Come Monday

I think that there should be more Guinness chocolate cake in my life. With icing that doesn't quite fluff, which means that it gets served directly out of the mini food processor and spooned right onto the cake. Besides that, though, what I really want is for lots of my friends to live in the same place again. It's an unpopular opinion, but I really loved law school, and much of that love stemmed from getting to hang out with some incredible people every day of the week. I really miss going downstairs to the cafeteria during class breaks to buy a snack and visit with whatever friend was inevitably pseudo-studying and watching The Price Is Right at one of the cafeteria tables. I also miss Keg on the Quad--- even after it was re-named Wacky Wednesday, or Wet Your Whistle Wednesday, or whatever it was called in order to appease the apparently vocal non-drinking contingent. Although some might really debate this, I even miss elaborately setting up shop in one of the libraries with study partners to settle in for a few weeks of finals prep. One time I settled in a little too well--- I decided to shelve my textbooks in with the library books to avoid carrying them back and forth from my locker, which was truly almost a disaster when the librarians staged a mass re-shelving the day before one of my finals.

I thought about posting yesterday, but I couldn't because first I was busy, and then I was melancholy. The busy part was obviously the more fun part of the day. N and I ate delicious sandwiches and then went on a long walk, first in Hudson River Park and then east into the Village. But then Sundays always turn sad when we're visiting each other, because he has to leave, or I have to leave, and then I'm alone in my apartment finishing up the movie we had started together or reading the book that I had been too keyed-up to read on the train during the trip down to Washington. Even when my life is a bit more settled and normal, Sundays are bittersweet. The idea of winding down one week and gearing up for another is always a little tiring and sometimes daunting. However, my internal melodrama really took over yesterday evening as I was missing N, missing my lovely friends whom I don't see as much as I would like, missing my ridiculously idealized memories of law school, and missing my family (particularly my mom on Mother's Day); I couldn't work up the energy to do much of anything except wander around CVS, read some Independence Day, and then fall asleep early.