Library of Dust

8.09 pm

In a strange place, a "I've just eaten sushi while talking to an older gentleman who said he was best buds with Justice Kennedy and might actually have been telling the truth" sort of place. Which I suppose isn't really so strange after all, given that everybody in the world is only six degrees apart from everyone else. As Gary was telling me about his good buddy Tony, I was trying to think of the sort of famously witty remark that would make its way back to the justice himself, and failing miserably. Which, probably, is a good thing, as witty remarks alway sound better in my head than on my lips.

Finals season and the start of the racing season. Which means that while boy and Dusty are on the boat, I shall be locked in a large classroom trying to disgorge the past three months of classes. I do wish sometimes that I wasn't such an overachiever, because then I could simply show up on exam days with an outline and the book. Instead I shall be studying, and taking practice tests, and doing other sorts of things which don't teach you anything about actual lawyering at all.

Right. Books, now.