That's not what the Death card means

By popular inference
written 2015-04-03 09:24:26

Yesterday I didn't eat right - I thought I was getting supper, or dinner, or late dinner, or some other culturally significant meal that is associated with a specific time (though not breakfast), and I was wrong. I wound up with a headache, a stomachache, and a belief that the high blood pressure was finally going to get me.

It did not. I'm fine this morning, just walked the dog. But that explains why I haven't posted in six months.


I have spent the majority of the intervening time unemployed. I basically believe at this point that I will not actually ever work in law and that my law school tuition was a waste of money, better spent on the lotto. I have been applying for non-law jobs, but you can imagine what an exercise in futility that is: "It says here you went to law school? Wouldn't you quit this job as an administrative assistant to go be a big-shot lawyer?"

We have a new dog. Her name is Lennie. She is a little dog, reputedly half Chihuahua, half Pomeranian. She is a bundle of nerves and usually expresses herself by threatening to attack everyone but Ingrid and me. But she's pretty sweet to us, and she's been with us about five months, so it's permanent. We have not yet learned that "roll over on my back and look adorable" means "if you touch me, I'm taking off one of your fingers". She is in many ways a cat.

There was a tiny mouse in the house last night. It was the size and shape of a gumball. I tried to catch it and release it into the wild (read: release it outside so it can find the hole in the building and get right back in in six minutes), but it eluded us. Lennie has been trying to find it since.

I've been tormenting everyone about blowing off my birthday. Delicious.

I owe $92,000 in loans. I have made less than $30,000 for the past two tax years. Ingrid is very understanding and supportive. Things are terrible, everything is fine.

--9:18 AM, EDT, Philadelphia, PA, A paradox that is both true and false at the same time and in the same sense is called a dialetheia

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