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I am working much too much and sleeping much too little. Don't even get me started on fucking and working out.
I really, really like what I do. I know how unusual that is, and how even more unusual it is for lawyers, and how even much more unusual it is for $BIGLAW lawyers. It is nonetheless true. But there are times when I wish I didn't have to do quite so much of it.
Progress continues to be made on the apartment. The new sofa was delivered yesterday, and we're trying to figure out whether we like it. Lauren and I agree that we don't like the stain that the brand-new sofa arrived with, but we're not sure what we're going to do about it. Lauren, Leo, and I did enjoy some quality time together this morning on the sofa, though.
Despite the progress on the apartment, the third bedroom is not yet an office. I continue to refer to it, alternately, as the "crapatorium" and the "crapateria." I just can't decide which I like better. An obstacle is that we don't have bookcases yet. Ikea has a set that we think we'd be happy with, but they want $150 to ship them, and none of the local stores has them in stock.
Tonight I have to get home relatively early to relieve the babysitter because Lauren has some event or other. I think that I will take the opportunity to put the air conditioners in the bedrooms. We still need a new unit for the living room and another for the crapatorium.
The other day, while walking to the bus stop, I noticed how beautiful the weather was, and I looked across the East River at lower Manhattan, and, for the first time in years and years, I was conscious that I was glad to be alive. I think that the Zoloft is working.
I really, really like what I do. I know how unusual that is, and how even more unusual it is for lawyers, and how even much more unusual it is for $BIGLAW lawyers. It is nonetheless true. But there are times when I wish I didn't have to do quite so much of it.
Progress continues to be made on the apartment. The new sofa was delivered yesterday, and we're trying to figure out whether we like it. Lauren and I agree that we don't like the stain that the brand-new sofa arrived with, but we're not sure what we're going to do about it. Lauren, Leo, and I did enjoy some quality time together this morning on the sofa, though.
Despite the progress on the apartment, the third bedroom is not yet an office. I continue to refer to it, alternately, as the "crapatorium" and the "crapateria." I just can't decide which I like better. An obstacle is that we don't have bookcases yet. Ikea has a set that we think we'd be happy with, but they want $150 to ship them, and none of the local stores has them in stock.
Tonight I have to get home relatively early to relieve the babysitter because Lauren has some event or other. I think that I will take the opportunity to put the air conditioners in the bedrooms. We still need a new unit for the living room and another for the crapatorium.
The other day, while walking to the bus stop, I noticed how beautiful the weather was, and I looked across the East River at lower Manhattan, and, for the first time in years and years, I was conscious that I was glad to be alive. I think that the Zoloft is working.
