Predictably

In a complete 180 from yesterday, I feel great today! I've done a 30-min yoga routine every evening for three days and my goal is to continue that tonight and tomorrow night and then do five days next week as well. I feel more relaxed and more flexible. I got a really good night's sleep last night so I feel rested and energetic. And to cap it, Trevor told me this morning that he's found a wonderful program at the Art Institute of Chicago that is now high on his list. It's very flexible and interdisciplinary and the professor he'll have for his final two quarters did his undergrad at Evergreen and his MFA at the Art Institute. The school also gives you four years to complete the two-year degree so you can take time off to travel, write, or do internships, or you can choose to do some quarters part-time, all without penalty. I'm very excited for him!

Of course my excitement isn't entirely altruistic. It's very important to me that he have some good program options in Chicago since there are three schools I'm interested in there, and the University of Chicago is probably at the top of my list right now. Before this morning, the only program that we knew about that was suitable for him in Chicago was at Northwestern, but it's designed for people with full-time jobs and so the courses are at night, which would put a strain on our relationship. Plus the more programs he applies to in that area, the more chances we have of being able to end up there. The idea of living in Chicago is very appealing to me right now. It's a cultural hub and a big city without the overwhelming grandness of New York.

So I know that we're a long way off from knowing where we're going to be, and there are no guarantees, but being able to feel good about our options can go a long way.

I Wish

I wish that I didn't have a mood disorder so that I wouldn't have had to take a medication that worked well but that I wish wasn't dangerous to my health so that I wish I wouldn't have had to change medications so that I wish I wasn't half emotionally unstable and half fuzzy-headed so that I wish I could focus and not panic when it comes to applying to graduate schools which wouldn't be so bad except I wish that I hadn't been having nightmares and insomnia every night since I stopped taking my previous medication and I wish that my friends didn't live at least 40 minutes away and I wish that I had more time to see them and to relax and to work on something that isn't related to preparations for graduate school and I wish I could be myself again so that I could focus on the fact that all of this means that I have a great job, a bright future, reliable and affordable access to health care, and family and friends that I love spending time with.

I wish it were next May.

Just Another Morning at the Law Firm

Early morning e-mail exchange between me and Boss 2:

Me: Guess what I'm doing right now. I'm eating toast! [I just brought a toaster to the office last week.]
Boss 2: Fucking toasteater.
Me: I will not tolerate your unfounded and despicable prejudice against my toasteating ways!
Boss 2: You know, I sometimes mean "fucking" in a positive way. As in "Fucking Grandma." I can picture the toasteating smile on your face. Sam said that District 9 was clearly set up for a sequel. I say no. Thoughts?
Me: Oh sure, try to cover your hateful words with a simple explanation. And yes, the toasteating smile is glorious. And full of butter and crumbs. District 9 was so not set up for a sequel. And I would not respect them if it were. Americans don't understand that sometimes movies are just open-ended. And I like it that way! In other words, Sam is full of shit.

Of Crime and Time

Conversation on gmail chat with boss regarding a current case:

Boss 1: Hey.
Me: Hello.
Boss 1: Start researching novels with time machines in them.
Me: Okay. Why?
Boss 1: We have to prove that you CAN change the past for Mr. [Client]'s case. The prosecutor says you can't.
Me: Haha!
Boss 1: This is no laughing matter.
Me: Well, [H. G.] Wells would say that simply by attempting to change the past you make it impossible to do so.
Boss 1: We need to include Wells in our appendix, of course.
Me: Naturally.