But also, finally getting around to Black Mirror S7 and reading Code Name: Pale Horse.

Tortefeasor, you say?

My “Taxonomy and Phylogenetics for Patent Attorneys” presentation is coming along nicely.

Wore my pinkest shirt and greenest pants today to channel this Nicole Kidman energy on my way out of my last ever law school final tonight.

Playing a zero-sum game of poker in the presence of multiple mirrors may not have been the wisest decision.

Had 40 minutes to kill between classes after one ended early. Were it not Dry January, I probably would’ve found a nearby bar and had a beer, but instead wandered over to HomeGoods, and wound up bringing a guest to Medicare Law.

It’s Pawsalind Franklin’s 5th Gotcha Day! Making abundantly clear to NYU’s postdoc housing office that I would need a “cats permitted” apartment was a great decision.

I was told there would be ricotta, but there are worse ways to spend a sunny Saturday afternoon than watching boats on the Charles

TFW your train is on time AND there’s empty space in the Quiet Car.