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I got dressed in the dark today and it wasn't until I was in a courtroom bathroom in Burnet, Texas that I realized that I was wearing navy pants and a black jacket. Maybe no one noticed, but it was mortifying on principal.

What's up with the young guy on American Idol? I haven't watched it really until tonight, but why does he always look like he's about to cry? Is he really always about to cry? Can he handle the dog-eat-dog world of show business if he's always about to cry? I'm worried about this kid. And apparently his dad will yell at him for ruining dad's living-vicariously-through-my-kid dreams. He's screwed no matter what happens.

For the second time in two weeks

And possibly the last for the next decade, I went to court. And I won. Opposing counsel was like Matlock on crack; kinda nuts. I think the best part was when he admitted he wasn't entitled to what amounted to injunctive relief, but then proceeded to orally move for summary judgment, without calling it summary judgment. Granted, I'm pretty sure a chimp could have won the hearing, but still. And I get the odd feeling that one of the senior associates at work is basically telling me to run away. Especially if I like the courtroom stuff. You know, because we don't do that. When people ask me what kind of litigation I do, I've taken to telling them that I have a vibrant motions practice. Man, I miss law school.