All Things Profane and Sacred

Bar study continues to be hit and miss. I'll really ace an essay and spot all the issues, and then turn to the next essay in the book and miss something freakishly easy (like a restriction on advertising raising a first amendment issue, in addition to all sorts of interstate commerce stuff-D'oh). On the plus side, just this morning I pulled all the elements of moving for a new trial out of my ass correctly, even though that sort of shit did not make it to my study outline (A full 60 pages of information-I think that's a reasonable amount of information to have a firm handle on).

For a few days I was very worried because no matter how hard I tried, I just could not do anything. That sounds like some sort of lame excuse, and I'm not sure even how to quite explain it to myself. It wasn't that I didn't want to (Although I didn't-Studying is never what you want to do, it's always just what you have to do), or was too into doing something else, it was a simple inability to do anything. I sat in front of my computer with my books for 6 hours a day, completely unable to accomplish anything. Whatever it was, I seem to be over it and clicking along in overdrive, ready to head into the last turn. I'm sure this car analogy has all sorts of things wrong with it, but I'm at that point in don't give a shit where all things but the looming bar disaster-a-thon (up to and including personal hygiene) just do not matter.