a visit

It’s been over a month since I’ve journaled. I have half written statements and unfinished phrases on the edges of my case briefs. I am lost in moments and time and circumstance; I believe that I am possessed. Not a demon possession. I scared you. No, a possession of another kind. I spend most of my days much too aware of my thoughts. My thoughts have taken on a perverse life of their own. I am writhing with lusty pain. I need a drink to ease my state of mind. Vodka and cranberry will do just fine.

I am so tired—tired of law school with its pretension and lies, tired of junky politics and the desecration of hope.

Tired
of WrightClintonMcCainGOPAmericansLawyersSpinFlagsWarProvencialthinkingBosniaWhitefearCasebooks…add your own. I’m going to build my own fucking world. U want in?

Comments

All-Mi-T [Thought Crime] Rawdawgbuffalo said…
baby u can make it and im glad i can read u more
8:54 PM
Charles said…
I know things are tough, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Oh yeah...I so want into your world too. Can I have my own country?
2:51 PM
Eb the Celeb said…
organized chaos is the worst feeling in the world... but you'll get threw... remember that the downside is temporary
10:18 PM
Don said…
Yes. Make sure you have lots and lots of Absolut and cranberry juice as well. I understand your sentiments. Some times we all simply tire of playing The Game.
9:53 PM
ozaveshe said…
of cos i want in! whats the name of ur new world so i can book me a flight?

i know how law school can be. i made it through by not paying attention whatsoever to anything happening arouind me - including lectures and assignemnts (i graduated, but only barely) lol
1:56 PM
shine said…
@ ozaveshe,

of course u can have in. i've got an island named for you. u went to lawschool too? where? do tell me more about ur experience. welcome
8:01 PM
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