man oh man my hit counters are unreliable. I'll just ass(ume) that the one with the most is the best so I can pretend that I'm not toiling in unprosperous obscurity AKA blogging. I'm supposed to be finalizing the work on my appelate briefs, peeps. And, I have no right to be here but I just want to say a more friendly goodbye before I dissapear for the weekend. It got so hard with all this new technology and how to say goodbye or hello or whatever and salutations like "Sincerely" are rarely used. I so miss the rotary phone and snail mail only days.
I feel as if I will reach a guiness book of world records for geezery fogeyness by the time I'm 45
. My point? procrastination, actually. Appelate brief due monday because of my darling clerk. I love clerks, especially appeals clerks. Who knew? Never a deadline not missed is my motto. Which makes me think that now we have not only mottos but meta and moto and mofos and I am wanting my brain to shut the fuck up. Then I remember all my strange funny tales of deadlines and getting extentions in college and then Lauren's deeply hilarous tales of getting extensions etc. I might just write about that as a break from fixing up the appeal etc. btw, a lawyer is doing it reviewing it etc but I have much to still do to make it AGAPBIJMBACP(my acronym for as good as possible because I just might be a controlling perfectionist.)
thanx,blog, and I love you all in the blogosphere and you should "shout out" more often.
xo
i
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