Leslie meets Wall
This week, especially today, I’m feeling like I have run head-first into the proverbial wall. All the little annoyances are piling up and combining to screw up my dreams even more when I do sleep, but I’m not sleeping well anyway, and the Santa Ana winds are dying me out so much that I feel hungover though I haven’t had a drop to drink.
Hell, if I’m going to feel this bad (head-filled-with-mercury feeling) I’d at least like the pleasure of tying one on. :-)
But still, even feeling like poo I have been getting more exercise first thing in the morning to try and help the old bod stay in shape and weather the stresses. Aerobic activity and the business news, a combo more befitting a true capitalist, but I’m fascinated by what is happening in the markets and the economy. Anyway, I’m hoping this added exercise will translate into more energy, not less. So far, I think the lack of really good sleep is winning unfortunately. C may get banished to the guest room for a night or two for some quiet sleep for me. 
Classes are actually okay. I’ve survived the first memo in Legal Skills–tonight I only have to triple-check my Bluebook citation formats and print the sucker. That means turning it in a day early and having only to show up for CivPro on Friday (our Contracts pro is lectuing in LA or something so we get a day off). Ahhhh. I’m pretty well caught up on my outlines, except for CivPro but that will definitely happen this weekend (I was waiting to get through personal jurisdiction before really formalizing that one and we’re just about there). I’ve purchased some flashcards to get moving on memorizing the memorizable well in advance of any exams.
But still, I have that feeling I’m not doing enough. This seems to be a normal feeling for 1Ls, though. As are the wacky dreams.
Add to all that I’m doing the large expenditure I’m about to make (new MacBook…finally!!!!) and the release of my newest book (to pay for that ‘puter, thankyouverymuch), and, well, I’ve definitely hit the mental wall. At least for today. I bet by the weekend, I’ll be much better. The Santa Ana winds should be gone by then too.
(so don’t worry Dad)