Maybe because I don't want to be a lawyer after all.
But I do want to be a lawyer. Sort of. I'm coming to terms with the fact that it is looking more and more unlikely that I will ever be the Best Lawyer in the World. The next step from there doesn't seem very clear. I told my favorite professor that maybe it was time to get on with living my stupid little life. He told me to move to New York.
Anyway, I'm thinking of starting a blog. This blog. Where I will talk about . . . me. Everyone likes to hear about me, right? Well, I amuse myself anyway.
The problem is I have kind of disperate interests. For instance, I imagine that not many of my putative readers care at all about my opinion on whether it was legal for George W. Bush to write an informal memo requesting that the Texas court provide another hearing to a double murderer in order to comply with the Optional Protocol of the Vienna Convention. (I'm not certain, but I think it was.)
But those who do probably don't care about the most incredible dulce de leche I made last Sunday. Or my plan to create a nice picture collage for the wall above the piano. Or my dilemma about whether to adopt the Great Pyrenees-Border Collie mix puppie that Z and I saw at at the pet store on Tuesday.
And, really, I'm pretty sure that every single person that I know in real life is completely sick of hearing about how hard it is to decide whether to take my Vault-5 job offer in New York City for after my clerkship next year.
So. We'll see about the blogging. I've tried this before and it's never worked out.
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