kairon_gnothi

I just wasted about 4 hours in the office avoiding work.  I have a major trial next week; I am helping friends move their belongings tomorrow and then drive to New Hampshire, where I will spend the weekend being perpetually torn between the work I must do (not because of tonight - that's other work which will suffer) and spending time with my loved ones.

Why on earth do I do this to myself?

I had a wonderful two hours having dinner with Maritza at the Miami Cafe on 68 Aguadilla Street in Boston.  We talked about her school, my work, her boyfriend...We ate scrumptious Dominican food made by the parents of one of Wolf's best friends in Unidos who are becoming friends of the family.  Jenny (the mom) promises to teach me to meringue at her baby shower.  That will quite a sight. Dinner with Maritza - completely not a waste.  The next four hours -- gone to pot (not literally).

I can not but think that my evening was, on some level, intentionally self-destructive.  Is there an addiction to not doing work?  I simply could not stop not doing work for four hours.

Now I'm tired and I have to prepare enough material for a new intern and my law clerk to be busy and productive while I am at trial, and to keep my many plates spinning whilst I focus on the trial.  And I am, of course, posting in my livejournal.

On the other hand, I think the tarot cards are kind of cool. Hope you guys like them.

Have a good weekend!  Think unpatriotic thoughts for me....