Valadilenne

You know it's a good day when listening to The Triplets of Belleville Soundtrack during every moment of potential silence seems like the only goal that's worth having.

I didn't get up for Civil Procedure, and I got another passive-aggressive note about how I need to wash the dishes (but that's 100% true and def. my fault). My trial motion rough draft is more rough and less draft.

But I'm listening to French jazz and the sunlight is coming in through the window at just the right shade of pale.

Suck on that, bad days.