Moving On.

I think I'm going to quit The Job tomorrow.

With 14 units and extracurriculars, I'm putting in more time than I did first year. And since I lack the fear, and the drive, to actually put in the time and effort to stay on top of my reading. I've already fallen close to a collective hundred pages behind. As my friend put it, "I'm declaring reading bankruptcy" and just cutting my losses. So, I'm cutting my losses. I just hope it doesn't fuck my reference, that'd be weak x 10. The Boss just hired two other law clerks last week, so I'm hoping he actually lets me quit clean-break tomorrow, no 2-week notice or any of that. I'm crossing the fingers.

I mean, not only do I have classes to read for, I have beers I want to drink, a girl I'd like to make out with, and a jog I'd like to take every now and then.

Do you know what I've gotten from law school so far? 2 years of education, 16 tattoos, and 25 pounds. Fuck. Yes, I need a jog.