I used to cook dinner. Way back when.
Before Property reading and memo-writing. Before I started living on graham crackers and orange juice. Before I started envying my cats for their carefree, fuzzy lives of indolence and napping. Before I began timing my morning showers to the songs on Pandora – I limit myself to three songs usually, no time for more. (Totally not joking on this by the way).But now that I don’t have time to cook dinner much anymore, I try and spend a little more time on breakfast. This morning was two poached eggs. A quick saute of asparagus, corn and spinach with lemon juice, butter, cayenne and garlic. Lots of salt and a glass of soy milk on the side. Perfect.
Set my day off right so even when lunch was a sad little can of coconut juice, I didn’t even care. (I ate a hand pie and a bar in Torts class later).It could be the pressure-cooker atmosphere. Or the eyestrain. Or the long night I have ahead of me writing about the unconstitutionality of 75-years-to-life sentences imposed on juveniles who commit non-homicide crimes. But I’m freakishly enjoying law school. A lot.It could also be because before the professor walked into Torts class today, a couple classmates did the Saltine challenge. You know, eat 6 Saltines in a minute. Everyone says it’s impossible – I’ve tried it and failed – but I saw Michael’s stepdad do it with my very own eyes. So I know it is possible. Try it.
Gotta get back to the grind! On page 7 of an 8-10 page memo. Wish me luck and bright brain cells.
P.S. I might have to eat M’s last remaining It’s-It in the freezer later. Sorry Michael. You left me with two ice cream sandwiches in the freezer. For three whole days. What do you expect?