The View From the Library

I spend at least ten hours a day at school, sometimes as many as twelve hours a day. I don't mind in the least. In fact, I love it. I spend most of my time in the library, and typically I get a lot of work done. I like the library because it has a gorgeous, largely uninterrupted, view of the Manhattan skyline.

It's a little hazy tonight. Katrina seems to be blowing in and cocking things up. If I look hard enough, though, I can still make out the outline of the Empire State Building. I'm a little bit of a twisted screw, I know, but I can't wait until winter. I'm probably romanticizing a little bit, but I've been imagining what the Manahattan skyline is going to look like through the clear winter air when the snow has just begun to fall. It's a happy fantasy.

Anyway, I can't read any more Civil Procedure tonight. There's no way in hell I can brief any more cases. I think I'm going to go home and see if there's anything on the 500 channels of cable television in which my roommate has invested. I so do not need that. Maybe I'll just do some pleasure reading.

We'll see.

The Eagle Has Landed

'Kay. This has been quite the crazy couple of weeks.

I've successfully secured lodging--with roommates--and have spent the last five (or so) days traveling with my father. Both of us are still alive, and we both seem to still like each other. I'll tell you all about the tire blow-out, the unplanned detour through downtown Newark in a 15-foot long rental truck, and my blow-up during the attempted return of said rental truck as I get more time. Dad left from Liberty International Airport at 11:15 this morning and should arrive home sometime this afternoon, depending on delays out of Atlanta.

But the moral of the story is, I'm on the ground, moved in (mostly), have my first reading assignments, and I am totally ready to go.