December 18th 2006
you can’t JUST work. you have to EAT, too.
What, so exams aren’t stressful enough? I have to get sick, too? And the kind of sick that makes me wake up with a tight chest and labored breathing? (And, hey, Vicks? I thought Nyquil was supposed to make all the icky congestion go away while I slept. That’s what it’s done for me before. Worthless drug.)
Today was laborious–and not just because of my breathing. I spent a lot of time working through about 300 pages of Hart & Wechsler, and I feel it in my bones. I. Am. Tired. But I am not done, unfortunately. On board for tonight–federal common law, admiralty, and a habeas corpus. Or maybe just brief sketches of each of those. I’m not sure.
One cannot trudge through the murkiness of federal jurisdiction without sustenance, though. So tonight I made these pizzas again. They were just as good this time as last. (And just as messy to make–flour EVERYWHERE.)
And with a full tummy and the cooking itch satisfied, I am back to work.
