As productive as a...

I'm trying to think of a witty comparison to express my deep, deep lack of productivity of late. This blog post is only a tiny expression of it. This entire weekend is perhaps a slightly larger expression of it. But my unproductivity transcends this weekend.

A clam.

I think I'm about as productive as a clam. Clams are happy. But I'm not as happy as a clam. Or as clammy as a clam (although knitting does tend to make your hands clammy). But I feel like, as a result of being happy, and clammy, and perhaps spending their entire life on the sea floor, clams must not be particularly productive. In fact they're probably very unproductive. Like me. I'm about as (un)productive as a clam.

This sucks (in the bad way). I don't know about you, but I don't know of any clams who've gotten into a decent law school. I think I'm screwed.