It's been a remarkably pleasant weekend, so much so that I almost wonder if I'm doing something wrong. I think I'm pretty caught up with everything... but law school always gives you that feeling that if you're having fun, everyone else must be oceans in front of you.

I'm prepared for tomorrow. (OK, I've not done the contracts reading, but I never do that until the afternoon anyway.) But I'm prepared for the week, too, because I'm feeling rested. Every day I've done a bit of work, but besides that over the last three days, I've:

• Gone to see Lost in Translation. Wonderful, poignant, and set in Japan. Go see it. Really.
  
• Been invited to see Once Upon A Time in Mexico. Don't see it. Really. It's a "Taco Bell Western," to quote a friend. Desperado was great, this is tripe.
  
• Been to dinner, either out or cooked in, with friends every night for four nights straight.
  
• Built the first card of a potential long-term project, a Columbia-based tarot deck.
  
• Cooked with my mates in the Malebolge; or rather, this week set the table and let them cook. The evening could not have ended better.
  
• Finished dinner with good coffee and a glass of chilled amontillado before study group.
  
• And now I'm enjoying a good pipe while I work on my contracts reading and head to bed.

Indeed, it's been such a weekend of pleasant hedonism that I'm going to list two of my favorite collections on the topic. The first is particularly good: I mean, where else do you get Dorothy Parker and Art Buckwald, H. L. Mencken and Erica Jong, or Charles Bukowski and Eve Babitz, all in the same volume?