divine angst

It was a good run, y’all. I’m so glad my partner and I sucked up the brief writing and the late evenings up at school and the hassle of putting a suit two days a week for the last four weeks or so.

But the run is over. That’s right, we lost tonight. I’m disappointed–as anyone would be, after all that effort–but I’m also kind of relieved. No final round in front of scary judges and half the school, no spending the next week cramming more caselaw into my head…just me and the twelve-hundred other obligations I have to meet.

Rock.

The trouble with fasting on Ash Wednesday is that it leaves me feeling incapable of doing anything at all. I made it through yesterday’s classes alright, but by the time I got home, I was headachy, grouchy, and exhausted. I didn’t get much done last night besides some proofreading (and a nap).

So today will be a whirlwind! I’ll be reading for tonight’s class–the class I’ll have to duck out of early for moot court–as well as preparing for moot court, drafting up a quick memo for my clinic (research done already), and, if I have time, working on some materials for one of my non-academic activities. Yikes! That’s a lot to do, and not much time in which to do it. I’d better get cracking.