divine angst

OK, so I’m not really being recruited per se, but I have been getting some attention:

• Midwestern College of Law (MCOL) sent me information on an admitted students’ dinner here in my own town of residence. It’s at what is arguably the best restaurant in town. Mr. Angst is invited. We are stoked.
• In-State Law Center (ISLC) sent me a letter from the Dean today, in which he strongly encouraged me to accept my offfer.
• East Coast Law School (ECLS) had an alumni in my state contact me this evening to rave about the school and its opportunities and how much he enjoyed it. Mind you, he graduated when Truman was in the White House, so I imagine things have changed some since then, but he was very nice and terribly enthusastic about ECLS.

It’s nice to feel wanted. Doesn’t make the choice any easier. But it’s nice nonetheless.

However, I kindly request that all schools now send me actual SWAG. Or money. Preferably money. That will really show their interest. Yes. Excellent, Smithers.

If I’m a bit punchy, it’s because I had to actually leave work early due to lack of sleep. I’ve just awoken from a nice long nap in which I dreamed vague things about law school and law students. I still feel refreshed, so perhaps it’s not the law school dreams that are wearing me out.

Mr. Angst informs me that his online status check at his school in DC shows that a decision letter has been mailed.

We should know something more concrete by Saturday, I think.

This might be too much for my nerves to take. I might need a nap.

We saw our neighbors move a few weeks ago.

Or we thought we saw them move.

It now appears they did, in fact, leave the domicile. But they also appear to have turned it over to a group of college kids. Who are also loud. No, they don’t have the news turned up to 11 in the evenings, and they don’t (yet) appear to scream at each other all morning. But they’re definitely college kids. (And at least one of them appears to be a relative of the old neighbors. I guess they’re renting to their nephew or cousin or something. This might be against the HOA rules. Not that I would turn them in or anything. Probably not.)

Anyway, these kids (and it does feel sort of rude to call them kids, but they are) talk loudly, late into the night. I heard them last night. And I heard them the night before. Well after midnight. They were noisy. Mr. Angst banged on the wall, to no avail. We contemplated going over there in the middle of the night to tell them to knock it off. They are college kids. No one else in our condo complex is that young, and no one else in our complex has that many people living in their unit. (Hee! I said “unit.”)

I would probably be more bothered by this (and I am bothered, not to mention VERY TIRED), but we’re selling our house. I know this because we signed a bunch of paperwork to that effect last night. It goes on the market next week.

Now we just have to figure out where we’ll live if we sell quickly. Gotta find a month-to-month, I guess.

Update: They are not living there, they are just squatting during Spring Break (I think they’re here for some festival). In three days, they’ll be gone and our evenings will be quiet again. Thank God.