Pacing

Yesterday I finished reading 3 landmark Supreme Court cases and one Federal Circuit case that will be reviewed by the Supreme Court in the fall. I read some law review articles, a handful of briefs and the instructions for the Law Review Write-On Competition. Tonight, I've begun the task of writing. I hate it. Don't get me wrong, I love writing, but I just have too many thoughts flowing to eliminate it down to "concise" analysis. If you said in middle school or high school, hell maybe even at UGA, that my main problem with law school would be to eliminate what I have to say down to a certain page count, I'd tell you that you were crazy. Twelve pages in high school seemed like the end of the world. Now twelve pages...well, still seems like the end of the world, but for different reasons. God I really need to learn how to be shortwinded.

Anyways, one of the best things to do when you're trying to boil your ideas down to their bare essentials is to pace. I have a great apartment to pace. I have hardwood floors that are just slippery enough to be fun. I have a view of the city (but no longer one of the lake, thanks to the high rise going up next to me). I have a lot of floor space. I've been pacing. I should go to bed.

"It's a rough, wild world,
could you please chapperone?
It's a mind field drift,
So leave it the fuck alone."
-TV on the Radio Method