Baby Secrets Wields Butcher Knife in Shower

Really, the Baby Secrets shenanigans are getting out of hand. When I pulled back the shower curtain this morning, there she was, staring up at me with those glassy blue eyes with a butcher knife in her little poly hand. I carefully removed the knife and put it back in the kitchen, then brought her to the bedroom and tucked her in next to Shad. Which might explain his comment on the previous post.

The prof offered me that research assistantship. I accepted. We're meeting Wednesday to discuss the details and the costume. (Kidding!) Summra offered to give me a refresher course on sexual harassment.

I went to the office early this morning to work on that brief I've been whining about for the past few weeks. I finished it in about 2-1/2 hours. I was really flying on that sucker. There's something really funny about procrastination. I don't want to procrastinate, but I am so remarkably efficient when I do. If I had done that brief two weeks ago, it would have taken about 15 hours.

I'm working on a new theory about happiness. I walk about 3/4 mile from school to work, through the skyway usually. When I was walking to the office this morning, just before 8 a.m., I was looking at people's faces and noticing that most people looked either unhappy or just emotionless/dead. Then I started to pay attention to the people who looked a little more happy, and I noticed that they were all carrying things. So, I'm calling this my carrying things theory. It excludes bags/briefcases. But the theory is that someone who is carrying something is MORE likely to be happy than not. I'll start with the obvious--a guy was carrying a baby=happy. Another guy was walking around with a 7-foot plant. He smiled. Maybe an embarassed smile (similar to the look women give each other when stepping out of a stall in the restroom), but I'm going to call that happy. Finally, people carrying coffee=generally happy. Geoff and I went out for coffee this afternoon and I told him about my theory. He started to get into causation and all that (for example: is the woman happy because coffee makes her happy, or do happy people drink coffee?). I'll have to do some more research on the causation issue as well as this theory in general. I will note, incidentally, that I am often very unhappy when I'm carrying things (e.g. big boxes). Carrying coffee, however, makes me pretty happy.

Had lunch today with Ngoc, a friend who works in the state public defender's office. I wanted Arica, my school buddy, to meet her because Arica wants to be a public defender. The three of us had lunch at Brit's. I had never really thought about being a public defender, but Ngoc loves her job, and that was kind of contagious.

Now am studying for the Con Law midterm which is on Thursday. This is a tough class, a lot of material, concepts all over the board. I have 70 typed pages of notes from just 6 weeks of class.