Indelible in the hippocampus
It is both easy and common to drink, act and then have no memory of it.
I did not expect to write a story about the contentious nomination of Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court. Some of my best friends are lawyers (did that sound weird?), but this is not my territory, riveting as the drama may be. But on Thursday, I watched the hearing, sitting on my parents’ couch from 8:30am to 7pm, at which point I left not because I was tired of watching, but because I was hungry and wanted sushi. That evening, I told my friend (a lawyer) that I would probably write about the Kavanaugh case, but not today. Not now. Then I woke up at 3am the next morning, sat my laptop, and wrote this.