The mock trial tournament in Washington DC last weekend was completely great. I wish we’d had more (or any) time to be tourist-y, though. Otherwise, delicious. I did okay as a witness and am pretty chuffed about lawyering this weekend at the BAR tournament. I much prefer the lawyer role. My witness is a sixteen-year-old kidnapped girl named Bailey, who is weepy and no fun to play.

Currently I am combating droves of adware and spyware, which I accidentally installed while engaging in unsavory internet activities. It was an appallingly dumb thing to do. My new, beautiful laptop is now sad and encrusted with ads for online poker and complimentary ringtones. We have tried Spybot Search & Destroy and are now moving on to Ad-Aware SE. If this doesn’t work, the next recourse is to go cry on the doorstep of the CompSci boys downstairs until they take pity.

I got my little brother David to do Nanowrimo this year! He’s actually got the time, and I’m convinced it will be a formative experience. I think he’s going to show me up and actually finish his novel — he’s up to 4,000 words already. I’m torn between sisterly pride and feverish envy.