Hello. Welcome to my website. It started while I was in Europe for a semester, and I've kept it up since then. I'm now at the University of Chicago Law School, living in Hyde Park, and the story continues. If you want to say hi or visit me, email cfloyd at uchicago dot edu.
"Life is nothing if not the sum of your anecdotes." -Scotty The Body, on storytelling "But it ain't that bad, man. Just figure out the system before the system figures out you." -T. Matthew Smith, on the 1L year "The beer just doesn't taste as good when you're not drinking it with your buddies." -Anon., on being away from good friends "Somebody has to pay the rent around here. Why the hell not us?" -Cotton, on studying for exams
10/03/2003
I woke up this morning and felt hungover. Must be because I went to Bar Review, where U of C law students meet at a different bar every Thursday evening. But wait...I was the DD (desig. driver) and didn't drink. Strange...
I think my body is just pissed off at me. Between working out yesterday morning and shorting myself on hours of sleep, not to mention four straight full days of law school and evenings with hours of reading, I think the corpus is starting to be rebellious. This particular soul-sack is used to slow days in the sun and evenings on the couch.
This act of revolt, however, will not stand. The compromise will be that I offer will be 7-8 hours of sleep per night, in exchange for feeling decent when I wake up. To achieve such, it looks like I'm going to have to actually create a daily and weekly schedule and [gasp!] stick to it. If you know me from college, you're laughing. Well, I can't grant myself anymore extensions on things to do, so I'll just have to do everything when I'm supposed to and go to bed on time.
