Well, after about two hours of full-on panic this morning, I figured out that (a) panic wasn't helping, and (b) I still had to finish my memo that's due tomorrow. So, I got to work on the memo, spent about 7 hours in the library, and am STILL NOT FINISHED.
Now, don't get me wrong, I have enough information for about ten memos, but am so worried about doing a good job that I just keep ADDING and ADDING and ADDING to it, instead of making it concise. Why oh why can't I get the hang of this legal writing thing? I am taking Legal Research II this quarter -- I figured there was no better way to learn than to force myself to do it, but I swear, I wonder if it will ever get less stressful.
Anyhow, for right now all is well in Favorable Dicta land. I thought a lot today about why I would feel so panicked about someone possibly finding the blog, and honestly, the feeling is kind of like being caught with your hand in the cookie jar. It's weird, I mean, all I really talk about it dumb stuff, but maybe that's the problem. I like the idea that I can bitch about school on here, and be stupid, and write nonsensical things about my love of beer and boys and Buffett...but at the same time, I probably wouldn't sit in my boss's (what the hell is the possessive of boss?) office and tell him all that, and I don't really want him to sit on here and read it. It's a conundrum. I want a safe place to spill my guts, but I only want people who are total strangers, and the friends that I trust, to read what I write. Weird, huh?
