Just tryin' to live

I have never hated being a law student more than I've hated it this week.

But now, at 1:15 a.m., having just powered through 44 pages of civil procedure in just over an hour, I feel vindicated in some small way. Maybe I do have a shred of inspiration left in me. Maybe I can make myself work. Maybe all it takes is a drink in the afternoon, a nap in the evening and a tour of a new apartment. You know? Maybe it just takes going through the motions of a life in which law school does not loom large over everything. In which I'm a normal human being again.

I'm starting to suspect the job search as my source of misery.