The fish and the basketball hoop…

My body is starting to work in reverse. I am tired in the day time and awake at night. This doesn’t really come as a surprise to me though, as my mind gets more exercise in the evening than it does during the day.

Yesterday after work two things happened. First, I was struck by my most habitual affliction and secondly I came up with a new phrase that I am quite found of.

The phase: aboriginal despotism.

The affliction is a bit more complicated. You see, for some it wouldn’t be an affliction but rather a blessing and for some it is more of an unfulfilled requirement. For me, reading is an activity that once undertook, I have no control over. Once I start to read a book for pleasure I lose all sense of time, space and necessity. I forget to eat. I forget to drink. I even have no desire to sleep. In the past I have sacrificed all convenience to the literary world and shirked responsibilities that I wouldn’t in the direst of circumstances—but for a book…

It is this reason that I do my best to avoid pleasure reading for large parts of the year. I am terrified at what would become of my studies were I to get hold of some work and begin upon it. The off-season is another story; I’ve moved through quite a few pages with words on it and have almost exhausted the initial list I established. The last one has been particularly tough to put down and when I do manage to rip my hands from its covers, I find myself drawn back to its pages with some sort of dynamic magnetism that I can only chalk up to addiction. 100 Years of Solitude is a truly remarkable work that has me devouring its words like a glutton at his last feast, enjoying the food so much that he doesn’t take time to breathe. I’m forcing myself to breathe and eat and drink (water)—I only let myself read half yesterday, I’ll read the rest today.

If you have any recommended reads—please send them my way.

My life is about to become extremely hectic. Let me break it down for you, for I am sure that you care. Tomorrow, I have week to write a paper in an attempt to write my way on to Law Review and I need a new muse in a hurry. On Saturday, I will get the fact pattern/problem for my moot court competition and then have a month to prepare; seems like plenty of time. But, there are some complications. First, the week that I have to write for the Law Review competition is my last week at work. OK, that really isn’t a complication since I don’t really do much here all day anyway—I’ll just do some to the work here. Secondly and thirdly, my moot court partner is going south of the equator to some big Portuguese speaking nation for a week or so. I’m planning on going to CA for a week or so when she gets back. It looks like we’ll be relying heavily on technology to get this done. Oh, and I have to move out of my apartment by July 31st. Jolly good times.