Everyone told me about how nice autumn is in New England. None of them told me was only going to last a month and a half. It’s like God is trying to lightly blanch me and and then chill me, like a tomato that needs its skin taken off.
Law school might be getting to me. It’s a difficult admission to make, but when the sole pleasure in your entire week was that hilarious thing your classmate said in Property, yes, law school is probably getting to me.
(The classmate formerly worked as a quant at a financial company, and said that she was “deeply disturbed” by the openness of the criteria in a valuation process for a medical license in a divorce proceeding we read about, because it might lead to people planning to serve divorce papers when the interest rate is low).
But here’s something nice to look at:
I miss home a lot. This has certainly has been an interesting adventure– it’s always interesting to traipse down into Gollum’s cave and answer his riddles. It’ll make for a good story when I’m back. But damn, it’s dark in here, and some of these riddles are pretty hard.