At night, long after I close the barbri books, I have trouble sleeping. So I’ve taken to writing to tire me out. I have been writing a boy-meets-girl short story. I don’t think it’s going to end well for them. Sorry to spoil it. Sometimes, I dip into my own experiences to flesh out bits– I mean let’s face it, the boy is basically me but taller faster stronger smarter meaner funnier. The woman is fiction, but somehow finds a way to gut me nonetheless. Cross your fingers for Joffrey and Briere.