Where I'm At

In Tucson, obviously.

But here's an update on my physical and mental health after a busy week with a busy weekend to come.

I'm taking Kat to the airport today for her visit to North Carolina. This is her yearly vacation from me in which she decompresses from 51 weeks of dealing with my nonsense and girds herself for 51 weeks more. It looks like the weather should be fab, so I'm sure she'll have a good time.

She'll get to see her friend Lena's baby, Levi. I don't have a photo on my computer, but he is very cute. Some of the Gautreauxs met Lena and Chris at our wedding, but most memorable is an incident in which Chris was shocked by the toilet architecture at a restaurant.

I will be studying while Kat is gone and taking care of the dogs, so they don't die. I'm playing basketball today, but after that it is time to lock down.

I had the last of my four callback interviews yesterday. Now, I wait and hope to hear from one or more of them. I think they went well for the most part, but I think I made a big mistake in choosing to be myself. I think that was bad advice.

Kat and I went to the weekly law school carousing night known as Bar Review last night. It was the first one we had gone to all semester. It was at a bar called "Home Plate" where they serve alcohol and also have batting cages. There was definitely some heavy irony in the fact that law students were at an establishment that mixes drinking with the hurling of objects at a high rate of speed. There was an enormous sign that says "Batters assume all risks," but I'm not sure if any warning be enough to ensure the soundness of an assumption of the risk defense after Trent has 24 Bud Lites and decides to step in against an automated Tim Lincecum.

I hadn't swung a bat in about five years and it showed. I looked like a Cub in the postseason.

But Kat and I had fun. Kat was compared favorably to Karen O by someone who may have been drinking and Judd Apatow movies were discussed at a length far more than deserved.

Anyway, that is what is going on with me.

Reading: Downtown Owl by Chuck Klosterman. This is a rather hilarious novelization of what it is like to live in a small Midwestern town. It is so true that it hurts.

Listening: The Fifth Season of drivel that is the Ricky Gervais Show as well as the new Jenny Lewis album, Acid Tongue. Kat and I like to sing The Next Messiah very loudly.

Watching: Just The Office on a regular basis. Nothing else, really.

I have been busy not blogging

I know I haven't blogged in a long time, but I've found that I have less and less to say. I don't think that's a good sign, but it saves my two readers from having to read too much drivel. I just have a few things.

People keep asking me how my exams went, but I really don't have a good answer (and it's not as a result of my complaint from the previous paragraph). I just really don't know. I could have done well or very poorly, but there is no good way to gauge. So instead, I'm forced to go to the same Web site each day where the grades are posted and face the battle in my brain between wanting to know and not know. 37 percent of my brain would like to just find out while 63 percent doesn't really want to know because of fear of what will be revealed. Thus far, the 63 percent is winning because the grades haven't been posted. If you remember the end of The Paper Chase - it is somewhat similar to that, however I'm not very cool and would never make a paper airplane out of my grades because, thanks to the wonders of technology, I have no way to make a paper airplane out of a Web site. The preceding sentences explain nothing and make me sound like a frightened loser, and that's precisely why I don't want to explain this to people who ask me how exams went.

I wished I could have been in Broken Bow for Christmas. It looked like fun. It sounds like everyone had a good time, although I have not seen any pictures posted to any blogs about the event. I'm excited for my trip back to Nebraska. Over the next few days here in Tucson there are "hard freeze warnings," so I guess that means the temperature might actually even dip into the 20s. I've only been wearing a light jacket when walking the dogs at night in what I've described to Kat as the "toughening process." She has no interest in any sort of toughening and simply puts on larger and larger coats of rather humorous proportions. I am resigned to the fact that I am going to be very cold, but I'm excited nonetheless.

In Kat-related news, she is leaving her job at AZ Tourist News and looking for other employment. She already has an interview and doesn't seem like she will be on the free agent market for long. And as always you can check Kat Fancy for updates about Kat and pictures of me looking extremely confused.

I was trying to figure out why I can't take a picture where I don't look like I just got hit in the face with a salmon, but I've come up dry. For whatever reason, I always look lost, deeply concerned, frightened about the future and certain I am suffering from some as-yet-unnamed terminal illness. I don't know if the fact that those things are mostly true for me plays any sort of role in my facial expressions.

I hope everyone had a blessed Christmas and has a happy new year. Here's hoping for a great 2008.