Meet the New Semester...

So, after a relaxing period of not-nearly-enough days, pagan gift rituals (kidding, they're not pagan...), the arbitrary celestial event that coincides with a New Year, and a few other stuffs, I find myself in a peculiarly similar position to where I found myself not 5 months ago.

More legal doctrine to learn, more petty (and not-so-petty) human squabbles to read about, more opportunities to plug strange appliances into the library outlets, more gin to put away. Occasionally. The familiarity of the faces that surround me is a comforting perk, though.

I find that I play way more air-guitar (or the appropriate air instrument...I was at a loss as to how to play an air Pocket Calculator the other day) than I used to. I have a few of theories about this:

1. I appreciate music more than I used to, and express it more physically as an outlet to the stress associated with being a student of the law.

2. I'm unintentionally over-caffeinating myself during the day, resulting in me torching the excess energy by pretending I'm Eddie Van Halen on EVERY SONG I hear. MEEDLEY-MEEDLEY-MEEDLEY

3. I'm going insane.

I've always sort of danced around, but it's gotten way out of control lately. It's fun, anyway.

Also, I hate to be a contrarian, but some of the fundamental precepts of our judicial system are built on a rather precarious interpretation of the 1789 Judicary Act. Everyone is always holy-rolling about Marbury vs. Madison, but Justice Marshall was pretty much vomiting all over the opinion for most of the text. I like judicial review and all....but jeez. I do like the guy as a writer, though. Most prose I've read in 19th-century judicial opinions is vacuous drivel; his isn't, really, at least in terms of comprehension.

Well, that made no sense. See you in 1-5 months.