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Day 631: Could've been better
May. 29th, 2008 05:51 pmThese last few days have been all right. I got new assignments at work, which are mostly research. It took me a while to gear up to them properly, but now that I know what I'm looking for, at least I have a goal in mind. Today was more or less a good day, but really, it could have been better. It seems that everything I want to do this summer is distracting me from my job. Admittedly, I am a free-range law clerk and can do as little or as much work as I want a day, but mostly I want to be helpful, so I try to work more than I'd like so as not to be a disappointment. I hate feeling like I'm not pulling my own weight.
I talked to Justin last night, and he's coming down in two weeks with some friends of his, which will be nice, so we can hang out again. I'm supposed to hang out with Russ tonight - we're going to watch some version of Les Mis (not the musical) that he likes.
I had some highlights today, like me and Torrey laughing so hard we couldn't talk over the engrish.com email Justin sent me. Or just reading interesting stuff on Arts and Letters daily, which was recommended to me by my friend Rae. I had some lows today, like finding out that dad has to go in for open heart surgery the day I leave for Del's wedding. I'm still going to the wedding, because it's probably best if I don't hang around the house and fret, or spend long, depressing hours hanging out with dad at the hospital. Although I would go and read to him and stuff. I'd be afraid to go, though, because then I'd really see that he is what people say he is - an old man.
Of course, this ramps up the pressure for me - to help mother "tweak the will." I try to remind people that I'm a measly first year law student and I don't even have any guarantees that I'll be a second year law student, but people seem to think I'm a lawyer anyway. Shaz called me today. Rather than expressing any distress at our father's predicament - that they're going to hack open his rib cage, poke around at his heart, and then wire him back together - she wanted to know how to get that stupid tax refund money from her ex. Granted, it's a substantial sum of money, and she deserves it, but really. I'm not a lawyer. And talking to the lawyers in the office told me what I already know, but I repeated it to her anyway, and I have a sinking feeling that I'll be standing alongside her in small claims court trying to help her get what she wants.
Wow. It's been a wild ride. I was actually sorta glad when Russ said he couldn't come over till later in the evening. It gives me time to cuddle up with the puppy and possibly cry.
But I hate crying, so I think I shall avoid it.
I need to pay my credit card bill.
Maybe I'll work on that doll's dress. I've made some real headway on the thing. All the granny squares are done, the bodice is done, and I'm working on the overskirt. I was running out of yarn, so I swung by Ace Crafts on the way home to get some.
I was, however, seriously tempted to buy scales online and make some scale mail armor like Weber makes.
How sad is that?
ETA: Sean from Omaha called me. Said he wasn't able to call earlier because he needed a new phone charger, but he called me as soon as he got one. I can't begin to explain how that made my day. He asked after Mom, Justin, and even Dad. It was the sweetest, simplest thing ever.
I talked to Justin last night, and he's coming down in two weeks with some friends of his, which will be nice, so we can hang out again. I'm supposed to hang out with Russ tonight - we're going to watch some version of Les Mis (not the musical) that he likes.
I had some highlights today, like me and Torrey laughing so hard we couldn't talk over the engrish.com email Justin sent me. Or just reading interesting stuff on Arts and Letters daily, which was recommended to me by my friend Rae. I had some lows today, like finding out that dad has to go in for open heart surgery the day I leave for Del's wedding. I'm still going to the wedding, because it's probably best if I don't hang around the house and fret, or spend long, depressing hours hanging out with dad at the hospital. Although I would go and read to him and stuff. I'd be afraid to go, though, because then I'd really see that he is what people say he is - an old man.
Of course, this ramps up the pressure for me - to help mother "tweak the will." I try to remind people that I'm a measly first year law student and I don't even have any guarantees that I'll be a second year law student, but people seem to think I'm a lawyer anyway. Shaz called me today. Rather than expressing any distress at our father's predicament - that they're going to hack open his rib cage, poke around at his heart, and then wire him back together - she wanted to know how to get that stupid tax refund money from her ex. Granted, it's a substantial sum of money, and she deserves it, but really. I'm not a lawyer. And talking to the lawyers in the office told me what I already know, but I repeated it to her anyway, and I have a sinking feeling that I'll be standing alongside her in small claims court trying to help her get what she wants.
Wow. It's been a wild ride. I was actually sorta glad when Russ said he couldn't come over till later in the evening. It gives me time to cuddle up with the puppy and possibly cry.
But I hate crying, so I think I shall avoid it.
I need to pay my credit card bill.
Maybe I'll work on that doll's dress. I've made some real headway on the thing. All the granny squares are done, the bodice is done, and I'm working on the overskirt. I was running out of yarn, so I swung by Ace Crafts on the way home to get some.
I was, however, seriously tempted to buy scales online and make some scale mail armor like Weber makes.
How sad is that?
ETA: Sean from Omaha called me. Said he wasn't able to call earlier because he needed a new phone charger, but he called me as soon as he got one. I can't begin to explain how that made my day. He asked after Mom, Justin, and even Dad. It was the sweetest, simplest thing ever.
