Study Proves Taco Salads Promote Marital Bliss

Shad has been making dinner for me lately. Tonight: Taco Salads. Last night: Taco Salads. What can I say? He makes a mean taco salad, and we're both crazy about 'em. There have been weeks where the taco salad is eaten every night. Hey, why not?

We're hanging out at Mill City Cafe in NE tonight. I needed to get a bunch of work done for my Research Assistant gig. It's hard to bring myself to do it, and I've put it off for a week. My plan was to go to the library, but the thought of going back there made me gag. There's Wi-Fi here, so I can do my research on Westlaw and just email the stuff to myself to print later. I'm researching cases that impose freedom of speech duties on private property owners. Fascinating. Not really. I'd rather read comics. But I guess I am getting paid to surf the internet in a coffee shop, so it can't be all bad.

Tomorrow morning, I'm going to court to watch the decision on the asylum case I had blogged about a few months ago, the man from Guinea. It's a big day for him, he's waited sooooo long. We tried to get the government attorney to stipulate this week, but he refused, and said he's going to ask for a continuance to do some more investigation. I'd like to say I think we're going to win tomorrow, but I don't want to jinx the case. Is that too superstitious?