Rain.

Brother left yesterday. A&M lost yesterday. I got up this morning, and felt kinda depressed.

So I drove to Belton.

Too bad it was freaking raining. Like freaking crazy. When I got home, we turned on the weather channel... turns out it was flooding all day in Dallas. The two-hour drive home took three-and-a-half. Grr.

Anyway. Interspersed with my cursing-about-rain/singing-TopOfLungsLike-with-the-Frames, I got to thinking (as, yes, I am wont to do). I'm seven months on in Dallas. And I just don't know. Unsure. I mean, I don't know what I was expecting out of post-law-school life (I know, I've already used up my quotas of hyphens, deal with it), but I'm not sure if this was it. And if this wasn't what I was expecting, really, what was I banking on?

At the risk of sounding like one of those annoying self-help-book-reading type (gahd, stop me, please), I think I need a plan. Then I'd be indifferent re: Dallas, but indifferent with a plan.

But really, I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet. I'm more meta at this point. I'm planning to have a plan, at some point. At this point, I'll count on mindless entertainment (NCAA tourney, anyone?) to propel me through the ennui. And then maybe I'll get more proactive.

Until then, my entries will probably be very boring. You have been warned.