phase one, in which doris gets her oats.

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I suppose you are all wondering what on earth possessed me to begin writing a blog, especially when I am about to embark on a triad of years that will presumably be saturated in the written word. Well, there is your answer in itself. If my life is reduced to writing briefs and reading cases--and I am fairly certain it will be--I would be yet one step closer to being your friendly neighborhood bedlamite.

This blog has no real direction. It's just words to the tune of my life.


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