you're right, dawn

i feel remarkably sprightly this morning for the amount of wild turkey i drank last night (and all i put in it was ice, professor). the memorial service was lovely, complete with bluegrass music and rollicking stories. it was tough at times yesterday, and i have to admit that it did occur to me that a chapel full of lawyers was likely ripe for the smiting. like i told someone yesterday, i grew up irish catholic and i've been drinking whisky after funerals for nigh on as long as i can remember. i am a professional, kids. don't try this at home. (but if you must, make sure you have a w in your life--when he heard me groaning earlier, he brought me a tall water, two excedrin, and vitamin c in bed. then he made me breakfast).

i got the opportunity to hang out with a lot of people last night that i haven't spent a lot of time with outside of school before. it was a pleasure. i mentioned (and was seconded by several others) that i faced a considerable slump at the beginning of the semester and that it's only gotten worse as i faced the rejection show that is the job search. i confessed that i have let this slump affect my schoolwork, and that i was afraid that at this point it was all fucked. my friend dawn said "no, if you're only starting to get serious after thanksgiving break it's all fucked. you have ten days, get your ass in gear!"