I was reading a dissenting opinion in an Administrative Law case. In it, Scalia uses the word avulsion. I didn’t know what it meant, so I got out my Websters.
Avulsion: n. The forcible tearing away of a body part by trauma or surgery.
It’s a good word, Scalia. Because studying Administrative Law feels like my flesh is being torn away from my bones by a violent trauma. Only then, a thousand rabid kittens descend upon my trashed flesh and nibble away at its remains. And once they are done, those flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz descend and scatter what is left all over the law library.
That is what reading these cases feels like. (For those of you who were smart enough not to go to law school, Administrative Law is the study of the bureaucracy of the government.)
To make matters worse, my professor assigns about 60 pages of reading a night. My son doesn’t go to bed until 8:00, so I don’t start reading until about 8:30. The long and the short of it, I am up very late reading this sh*t.
Jen came home from work the other night, and found me reading Chevron.
Me: I hate everyone.
Jen. I know. (Laughing)
Me. What do mean you know? Do you ever feel that way?
Me: Well, maybe I shouldn’t have copped to it.
Jen: You didn’t have to. I know.
Me: It shows?
Jen: Googie, you are one big ball of sleep deprivation and boredom.
I am rereading Chevron, and I hate everyone.