wore slap out

my paper is finally finished. in the end it wasn't really legal at all. and it was fewer than the recommended number of pages. and it ws more practical than anything else. basically i suggested that reparations, while totally appropriate, were probably never going to happen. and that the congo should take steps to repair itself while still attempting to extract official recognition of the horrific shit that happened there. so still in the same vein as the stuff we learned in the class i think.

i slept very little in the days before the paper were due, and after turning it in i slept for 12 hours. then i went to my last class of the semester (evidence: bo-ring!) and realized about 30 minutes into it that if i waited until the end of class to leav e we'd never make it to raleigh in time for the show. in keeping with my law school tradition, i am at a show far from home instead of getting an early jump on my exam studying. this is probably why i don't have a big firm job right now. not that i don't still pull the grades, cause i do. i'm right up there. but i think they can sense that i have the kind of life that makes it to hard to work 100 hours a week. and i enjoy my life to much. i'm not willing to give it up.

but enough of that bullshit, i came here to talk about the show. even with leaving early, we pulled into the lot just as what we later learned was the first song was playing: proving ground, and it was smokin even from the parking lot. john keane played a bunch of songs with then, and that man can play the shit out of a pedal steel and slide guitar. quite a treat. at set break we met up with some online poker friends of walters and spent the second set with them.

we lost our (rental) car for a while, and it being kind of unfamiliar it took us longer than it should have to find it. walter's technique of asking people in various places what time they parked there ended up working for us in the end. we got somewhat complicated directions to the hotel from a nice cop, and managed to find it only having to turn around once or twice. my sister called last night from chapel hill; she's here for the weekend with some of her friends. and i talked to jerry, who's adorable baby i will get to see tomorrow.

walt's yelling at me to get in the shower. we're going to eat some food soon. i am back on "the diet" today after eating a huge wad of garlic fries last night at the show (not my fault--we left in such a hurry that i had had nothing to eat all day, and by 10 i had to have something. trust me, i'm regretting it today. oosh, my guts!).