Remainders: 21

Pad Thai I made a few weeks ago.

• Holy crap, I’m 21.
• No, you didn’t miss the party. It hasn’t happened yet, because the second week of April is a shitty time to have a birthday. Wait until Jessica and I move in to our new place — if you’re reading this, you’re invited.
• On the same note, it turns out ice really is vital to the martini-mixing process.
• Also, the jerk at the counter didn’t card me. There I am, my first legal alcohol purchase since Ottawa, and the guy just hands me my Rolling Rock and sends me on my way.
• No, I’m not saying where this clerk works.
• The semester is winding down, but it’s still kickin’. I’ve got a ten-page paper due in a week on the institutional features of the OPEC statute and how they came to be, plus lots of related work yet to be done on my thesis topic before I present my prospectus on the 19th.
• I regret that only comparatively little of that work lies in actually writing the prospectus.
• I think I’m onto a quantitative method to isolate and test a few conceptualizations of implied agreements and understandings relating to treaty negotiation, though. What’s more, if my method is valid, it seems entirely possible that I might finish this thing by March.
• Man, it’s just about time to get cracking on that LSAT prep.
• Had my first editorial board meeting at the Daily today. When you read about the evils of state-level welfare reform on Thursday, you can thank me.