Rock you like a hurricane

The problem with not blogging for a few days is that it brews the temptation to attempt some sort of blitzkrieg update. I don’t think I can pull it off this time. Instead, here is a nice little stream of consciousness sentence, since that is how the past few weeks have felt. Sure I have that memo since IV painkillers are the only way to numb kidney stone pain associated with having family in town over a holiday weekend celebrating my inability to get up on one ski when everyone knows I’ll need two or three trips to the pharmacy to keep from feeling like I was hit with a double-decker bus with a bomb on it but my friends are OK so let’s hunt the miserable bombing bastards and torture them and refuse to apologize for feeling like law review writing assignments could not have come at a better worse time to kill, time to heal, time to not realize I switched law firms, wardrobes, and musical tastes which will soon rock you like a hurricane. Let me off, or I promise I’ll puke.

Right. So, after the way this summer has gone, I’m kind of looking forward to the brain-shearing monotony of impending doom that comes along with the gentle daily flogging that is law school. At least at law school, you have advance notice of when you will be tested. For you will be tested. Be safe, all. I’ll blog again once Dennis passes.