letter from the missing

i am doing some unaffordable delaying of reading wills homework in order to tell you this: i am sorry i have neglected you. having three jobs and looking this good is not as easy as one might think. and look: today i have been offered a fourth job at the law school, tutoring civil procedure. i went to ask marge for some of her good counsel, and she paid me a wonderful compliment: have you considered teaching undergrads or law students? she said. and she squinted her eyes at me intently, and then it came: i think you would be good at that.

thank you, marge. it is my secret wish. thirdly to teach undergrads, secondly to teach law students and firstly! very firstly! to do it well. now none of that is a secret. it's not even a rumor. welcome to the internet.

but for now there is the decision to have four jobs. four? four. that's a nice round number, i suppose. divisible. two twos. more work, more or less.

on an unrelated note, i would like to say that i disagree categorically that people are all selfish bastards and don't really care about things unless they are staring shit in the face. see me for details.

on an even more unrelated note, i would like to say--shout, even!--that senor coconut will be here in about fifteen hours. this is why the wills needs to be read and not even right now, but four hours or two days ago. tomorrow is looking like the longest day of my life, with pretrials and airports and dogs and offices and class and a fastfastfast dinner and class again and then mr sufjan "steve" stevens will sing to me about a state i will visit in a week for an interview-view-view and driving home again home again for the third trip between cleveland and akron of the day and and i'm getting tired just typing these things out, yow.

wills!