The other day I googled, “symptoms of a nervous breakdown.” I am pretty sure that this google query is in-and-of-itself a dispositive symptom that I am in fact having a nervous breakdown. So I got that going on.
In other googling news, I was filling out a federal bar application form and needed to know the date on which I was admitted to the United States District Court for the Northern District of Georgia. This court is abbreviated as “NDGA,” so I googled “NDGA membership” to figure out the information. The first link looked quite promising when I skimmed the abstract, which promised to have NDGA membership information by last name. I clicked on the link, which displayed a nice US flag banner in the heading– everything looked in order until I read the words.
Yes, ndga.org has nothing to do with the Norther District of Georgia, but is instead the “Nigerian Dwarf Goat Association.” In my defense, the first three links were all Nigerian Dwarf Goat Association links, and how was I to know that this heretofore unknown organization had such google clout? I am now quite intrigued though. I of course immediately searched my name, just to see if I was a member. As if I could have joined this particular organization and forgot about it or something. Or as if I could use this membership’s entry date as a substitute for my NDGA court membership on the application form I was trying to fill out. But alas and alack, I am not a member of the Nigerian Dwarf Goat Association. YET.
I should probably stop internetting. Lately I feel like it does not encourage forward progress.