September 29th, I have to become a grown-up. That's the day I picked as my start date for work (I had three options, this is the one everyone I worked with last summer is doing, so I decided I might as well, too). But from August 1st to September 28th, I'm going to live like I've got a terminal disease. Because I do, and it's called being a lawyer.
Speaking of which, back to contracts!