Whoops, missed another one there. How many days have I skipped this year? Five-ish? For shame. After the first, though, it’s not so bad. At least I failed fast, right?

John and I went to the Ren Fest today. The weather wasn’t ideal, a bit cold and rainy, but it’s the last weekend, and I wasn’t going to wait another year to dress up.

I did manage to finish my skirt after all, and in only two days. AND it totally looked like a skirt, even a skirt sewn by a real sewer-person (if you didn’t look too closely), so I’m quite pleased with myself. Pictures in a few days when John uploads them from his camera.

At home with my family today. Thankful for everything.

I’d planned to bury my finished memo and not look at it until after grades came in—I knew that as soon as I looked at it I’d see a slew of obvious mistakes and be disappointed.

But now I’m applying for a part-time job at school, and they want to see a writing sample, which for 1Ls means our memo. I opened it to look it over. First paragraph, blatant comma error. Argh.

The scrimping and abuse I had to put this memo through to get it down to ten pages makes the writing . . . choppy, you could say. Not the best example of my writing. I’m thinking of sending my earlier ungraded memo. In addition? Instead? Hmmm.

Tonight while walking Sam, I saw a scruffy-looking man riding a bicycle slowly down the street, yelling to himself and the trees in Spanish. He gesticulated wildly with one hand as his shaky balance allowed.

My first thought? He probably has one of those bluetooth things.

(Of course he didn’t, in case you’re as accustomed to their blue-blinky presence as I am. Just your average crazy guy.)

Okay, so maybe I missed a couple more days there. Whatever. I was busy (1) recovering from Memo Time and (2) playing taiko at the Brazos Valley Worldfest in Bryan. For the non-Texans, Bryan and College Station are smushed right up against each other, so I’m visiting John and playing a road gig in one easy trip.

The “WorldFest” was . . . comprised mostly of Texas A&M student groups, but hey, A&M is effing huge, so they can put on a smallish international festival all by themselves.

The stage was tiny, and I was right on the front corner next to the stairs. I tried not to jump around too much.

Thanksgiving this week! Nom nom nom.

Well, kind of. I has a rough draft, which counts for something. I’d hoped to be finished with it earlier so I could spend most of today editing, but what a silly hope that was.

All the work I’ve done up to this point has moved me from an F to maybe a C. I guess technically it’s still an F, actually, because there are stiff penalties for going over the page limit, and my “ten-page” memo is just shy of twenty.

M minus 11.5 hours and counting . . .

[UPDATE (1:22 AM): Seventeen pages. Down from 6551 words to 5614. Oy.]

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What can I say? Today has been a memo day. I spent most of the afternoon sipping tapioca tea and cranking out page after page of rough draft. I thought I’d get to the end today, but eventually I had to go home and attend to my puppy, and there went all my motivation. Working at home is hard.

Twelve pages so far for a ten-page memo, and I still have a whole issue (of two, but it’s the simpler one) to discuss. Oh boy, editing!

I got out of bed at 6:30 this morning. Not intentionally—I was awake and Sam was earnestly requesting a walk, so I figured I might as well get up. I took him out, ate breakfast, checked my email, played some solitaire, brushed my teeth, put on some boring clothes, and drove to school. And somehow I walked into Contracts at 9:04. Two and a half hours to do what could’ve been done in one. I amaze myself.

Didn’t post again yesterday. But I’m sick, and I’m constantly thinking about my memo anyway, so I’m not too disappointed in myself. It’s just a blog.

You know what’s more important than blogging? Sleep. I only got six or seven hours of sleep last night, and I am GROGGY. On top of that, this morning, though I did manage to get to Contracts on time for once, I left my purse at home. Phone, wallet, planner, snacks, everything. If there hadn’t been free lunch today, I would’ve gone home already and skipped Torts. Maybe I should’ve gone home anyway; I’ve spent the last three hours mostly sitting around at school being sleepy, when I could have been napping comfortably in my own bed.

And I’m cold. Of course I’m cold. I’m always cold. I dressed up a little today, but in my determination not to be late I skipped make-up, figuring I’d throw on some mascara and lip gloss in the car. Those things, of course, are in my purse. Right next to my hairbrush. I’m cute from the neck down.

Halfway through NaBloPoMo, woo-ee. Not much to share today—I’ve been hanging out with my boyfriend and my dog in College Station, hacking away at that memo. It’s coming along, slowly and frustratingly. So many cases, argh!

The hardest part is figuring out how to organize it all. The ungraded practice memo we did earlier in the semester was much more straightforward. These are the three elements of the rule. The first element has four factors. And so on. All you had to do was plug through the analysis, and when you were done, a memo had magically appeared in your word processor.

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