A friend from law school has a nifty little blog called Three L.  I’m not sure what she’s going to call it now that we’ve graduated and she’s taking the legendarily horrible California bar and moving across the country.  S.D. Law?  Sounds a bit too familiar, no?  Anyway, I like her blog because the frequency with which she writes in it lends itself to sweet, funny little observations that don’t try too hard to be too much and, as such, are comforting and entertaining.  For example, she and her boyfriend have discovered that a monthly bus pass is only $59 — far, far less than a tank of gas.  So now they are in a competition to see who can go without using his or her car the longest.  She has a 10-minutecommute to “BarBri school,” while he has a 45-minute one, so I have a feeling I know how this is going to turn out.  Anyway, she has inspired me to write more often, even if I don’t feel like I have something worthwhile to say (which has always, always been a big issue for me when it comes to writing: what if what I write is no good? Until I can lose this attachment to literary perfection, which, of course, I’ll never achieve, that best seller will never get written!) Merci Miss Three L — bon chanceover there at HLS this summer.