IRAC machine!

(to the tune of "Spiderman")
IRAC machine,
IRAC machine,
I'm a crazy IRAC machine,
I'll write the rule, cite the facts,
IRAC attack!
....
and then I run out of steam.

It was one of those days: every surface I touched felt sticky and dirty. Both on BART and at the Registrar's office (they really need to clean that half-door sill, filthy!) I kept encountering surfaces that had been touched by many many people. After a very successful acupuncture session, I could handle feeling dirty, for now.

Very exciting news today. My project has finally been accepted by Kickstarter.com. As soon as I can (i.e. after the PLW exam and my draft for Gallagher), I'll setup the fund-raising page. For now, there's a nifty little "Donate" button on the right hand side. If I've set up the PayPal correctly, and that's a big "if," the button actually links to something!

What project, you say. Well. It's really simple. Step 1. I bake cookie-bars. Step 2. You eat cookie-bars. Step 3. money is exchanged somewhere so that I can continue to bake. Not quite enterprising, but more capitalistic than Ghandi. For the volume that I'm anticipating to bake during bar review, I'm going to need new equipment. I need a mixer. I need a mixer badly. Part of the fund-raising is to get enough money to buy this mixer. The other parts are purely butter. For once, I'd like to buy some really HIGH quality butter. Stuff that is imported. Squeezed out of cows that speak a different language. I'm currently using a very moist, fragrant sugar. And good flour. And oats. I've got devious plans with some rolled barley that I recently bought. It's going to be more fiber than you've seen all law school, baby.

It's 10:30 pm and I've got my Untitled #3 in the oven. It's the same as Untitled #2. Quick. Dirty. Handmixer made funny noises again. Cat wanted attention. Cat wanted lots of attention. She finally settled on my sweater in protest over how aloof I was acting. She wasn't hungry or anything. Just wanted me to know that she's alive, and that she'll knock all my stuff onto the floor, because she CAN.

Today was a very forward-moving day. I'm taking care of stuff to get bar-fit: acupuncture, cookie-project, cat-attention. Last Remedies class, ever, where Zamperini gave great advice: don't freak out, and answer the call of the question. My acupuncture practitioner told me to eat more red meat. As if I need an excuse to eat more lamb and beef. But to cut back on the yogurt because it causes phlegm of the brain. At least in Traditional Chinese Medicine. Who knew? The last thing I need is a phlegm-y brain. But I love my yogurt so much. I only recently got into the yogurt thing, after hating it all my life due to an incident where my mother fed me and entire container of fruit-on-the-bottom yogurt without stirring it. Tragic, really.

Tomorrow: more IP drafting. Switzerland is such a crazy, crazy place. They believe more in competitive markets than indentured servitude, and will force dominant companies in certain sectors to sell components at cost to competitors. And to repair said components for the LIFE of the COMPONENT. Sounds like a violation of the 13th Amendment to me. Swiss Made. Not just chocolate.