Lake Michigan, stay endless and painted with sky

[raven]

Tired, tired, hate my baby-dissertation, tired, tired, hate applying for jobs, tired, hate revision, tired, tired some more. I'm too tired to sleep, to eat, to think, to do anything other than law. Last night I went out for dinner with lawyers. It was delightful, and I'm even grateful I've been admitted to a sorority of people that discusses battery over dinner. But mostly, I'm drinking more than usual and falling asleep on public transport.

Also, why do meetings with one's advisers always lead to feelings of profound personal inadequacy? My research project is on Article 6 of the European Convention on Human Rights, and the extent to which I don't know anything about this is... epic, really. Nope. Don't know anything. And if they change the laws of succession before my public law exams, I am going to kill things. Possibly my elected officials. Seriously, universe, I am tired, I discuss sexual assault at the dinner table, I am very tired, step away from the constitutional settlement, I NO LONGER HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOUR ABOUT THESE THINGS.

I wanna paint my nails.

Oh, and now the cat has parked its considerable derriere on The Fortune of War.

...look, I have nothing to say that isn't about the law, about how tired I am, or about the Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin Undyin' Love Travellin' Show. Vienna Teng has a new album. Grandmother Song; No Gringo. The first one makes me laugh and the second one makes me cry.

Now I am going back to failing at my life. See y'all in, oh, 2012, maybe.

Comments

[amchau.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

I suspect that at whatever higher-level training it is you have to get before you become an adviser, they run a six-week course on Creating Feelings of Inadequacy. My supervisors have certainly been on that course.

Alas, I have nothing to say about the law or Aubrey/Maturin, so let's stick with the shallow things. What colour will you paint your nails?

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Well, it was going to be silver, but I have RUN OUT. RHIANNON, MY LIFE IS HARD. VERY HARD. Also how are you and how is your dissertation. I bet it is less inadequate than mine. :)

[amchau.livejournal.com]

OH NOES! WHERE IS THE DOCTOR YOU NEED SILVER, STAT. I am surviving and have not yet killed my dissertation. In fact, I have sent it to live in my supervisor's to-do pile for the Easter vacation, as he is supposed to read and comment on it. I don't know if it is inadequate but it is quite long.

Instead of working I am catching up in Torchwood fandom, as somehow I had missed episodes which contained the one, the only, the awesome Dr Martha Jones, and also Captain Jack is love, possibly literally.