Memoriam Nostri Quam Maxime Longam Efficere

Future historians, no doubt, will be quite frustrated at the relative dearth of primary source material documenting this particular stage in the life and times of your favorite protagonist (and mine). Changes in his cursus vitae are nothing short of revolutionary. Law school, internships, engagements, prospective wedding, a pretty blond girl that kinda likes him-- readers will certainly wish they could know more and, no doubt, will express their dismay at the paucity of the record.

Future historians should frankly cut me some slack. There's kind of a lot going on right now. In fact, considering all that I will have done for the future, maybe the future will need to stop complaining and count its blessings.

Frankly, the future will probably owe me an apology.

But don't worry, future. I'm in a forgiving mood. For that, you have the present to thank. The present, you see, was nice enough to treat me to a nice spread of bagels, donuts, hot chocolate, fruit, yogurt, and these nifty raspberry smoothie things, the customary fare of each Wednesday's Coffee Mess. (Take notice, future. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. And making things happen in the job market would sure help that tingling down and to the left a bit, if you would be so kind. Thanks in advance.)