they're bastard people.
Sep. 20th, 2001 04:03 pmWestlaw, that is. I'm trying very very hard to do cite-checking, and I was doing a very very good job earlier today (I need to be proud of my high productivity -- it's so rare), but for the past 45 minutes I hate them! and I hate their a$$-faces!! Why do they keep disconnecting me? ugh.
So I go back to my old friend LJ. And e-mail where I have messages waiting for me. Funny how writing to people will do that.
Today is a very fall day, as far as the sun and the lighting. I feel in some ways that I've been in a casino, because I didn't leave the building for lunch. So I haven't been outside since 9 am. Now I'm a bit antsy. But looking out my boss's window (I work in an "open-air" desk area, i.e. cubicle with no walls, that's right outside her office. She can't see me from her desk, nor I her, but when her door is open (which is most the time), I can look out her floor to ceiling window and see the Palmer House hotel across the street), and the sun is setting and casting long shadows on the brick, and it appears warm, but I know I'll need my coat when I step outside. Fall is here. Scary. Exciting. Always the mixed blessing, that pesky season. Maybe why it's my favorite. I do actually love winter, too. Though the part of winter I like is November and December -- not as much February. So techinically, according the equinox, it's mostly fall until after xmas.
Why am I rambling right now?
tonight i will attempt to not go to bed before 10:30 pm. i've been so exhausted lately, probably because of emotional distress, mild depression, etc. But it's cutting into my productivity at home. Which is probably more important to me than productivity at work. Tonight I want to do some laundry and unpack all my books -- after I get home from dinner with La___. Where the hell will I put all my books? I don't know. I must hide them around the apartment like easter eggs. Perhaps I'll construct a desk made out of them, and put my computer on it.
I should attempt Westlaw again, see if I can get a few more pages done before 5 pm.
So I go back to my old friend LJ. And e-mail where I have messages waiting for me. Funny how writing to people will do that.
Today is a very fall day, as far as the sun and the lighting. I feel in some ways that I've been in a casino, because I didn't leave the building for lunch. So I haven't been outside since 9 am. Now I'm a bit antsy. But looking out my boss's window (I work in an "open-air" desk area, i.e. cubicle with no walls, that's right outside her office. She can't see me from her desk, nor I her, but when her door is open (which is most the time), I can look out her floor to ceiling window and see the Palmer House hotel across the street), and the sun is setting and casting long shadows on the brick, and it appears warm, but I know I'll need my coat when I step outside. Fall is here. Scary. Exciting. Always the mixed blessing, that pesky season. Maybe why it's my favorite. I do actually love winter, too. Though the part of winter I like is November and December -- not as much February. So techinically, according the equinox, it's mostly fall until after xmas.
Why am I rambling right now?
tonight i will attempt to not go to bed before 10:30 pm. i've been so exhausted lately, probably because of emotional distress, mild depression, etc. But it's cutting into my productivity at home. Which is probably more important to me than productivity at work. Tonight I want to do some laundry and unpack all my books -- after I get home from dinner with La___. Where the hell will I put all my books? I don't know. I must hide them around the apartment like easter eggs. Perhaps I'll construct a desk made out of them, and put my computer on it.
I should attempt Westlaw again, see if I can get a few more pages done before 5 pm.
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Date: 2001-09-20 03:41 pm (UTC)in my lil studio place, my parents said you gotta go up since you can't expand out.
The one I saw was like.. 25 dollars or something and it had doors and shelves to hide your bookies away.
I do suppose one could make one like that.
Anyhoo. It's an idea.
Riley