Conversation with my old boss (figuratively and literally):

Old Boss: Well, why don't you just go out and get your own clients?
Me: There are these things called malpractice suits.

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Let's not talk about graduation. Let's not talk about the rest of my life. As much anxiety as this unknown future is wreaking on my system, I have to say that I love my day to day life. I always have people to laugh with. There's a tub full of muffins in my trunk. I can read NY Times using my USC library link (stupid 20 articles a month limit). Life is pretty good, even though I keep forgetting to chronicle it. (I was in Santa Barbara last weekend and no pictures!) I have the 3L Gala to look forward to. Only in law school would they call buying tickets to this event "registration for the 3L Gala." It sounds so gross and depressing, doesn't it? Registering. Our theme is masquerade, so I'll be on the look out for a mask too. This entry is going to end abruptly, because I don't know what else to say.