I'm feeling very Monday-ish today -- as in, desparate to go back home and lie on the couch and watch lots of mindless VH1 crap -- tired. lacking in verve. Although I did win my trial today. Not a big thing (god save me if I ever have to do a big trial), but still, a satisfying victory over a smarmy, irritating plaintiff. (WHO introduces themself by saying "Hello Counselor, I'm so-and-so and I'll be your adversary today." Who calls people "Counselor"? ugh. so pompous. and yes, he did already know my name, so it's not like he needed some fill-in title.) But still, not enough to de-Monday my mood. Um. It's nice out though. So that's good. And. Um. I ran a lot this weekend. My skinned knees from the race TWO WEEKS AGO are almost completely de-scabbed (seriously, there is no better way to complement a new sober and sedate pinstriped suit then with a pair of skinned knees. Really lends an air of gravitas to the whole picture.)
Oh! I did get some (possibly) happy news for (maybe) a friend in town for (potentially) a few months -- not definite yet, but it would be SO awesome to actually have a person to go for drinks with after an icky week!! (Since, of course, His Irksomeness ' recent reappearance is in, as usual, only the most mirage-esque, now-you-hear-from-me-now-you-don't vague kind of way -- seriously, he needs a good smacking. Not quite sure what the hell his problem is -- I really don't know how to be more clear about the fact that I DO NOT want to date him, due to his highly irksome qualities and OH, the fact I'm not a big relationship fan, but that it would be enjoyable to have a pal, if you will, in the area who, if it should happen to come up, isn't physically repugnant either.... Oops. Accidental rant. Done now. For the time being.)
Oh. I guess I should get some work done. Which I should be happy to do, since for the first time in weeks, I'm not getting slammed with emergency mega-projects and eighteen court appearances in one day -- but, oddly enough, when I'm not under pressure, I have a really hard time getting motivated to do something -- I mean, I do it, but I think I make better use of time when I'm pressured. A partner warned about this once -- the work expanding to fill up the available time -- which, I think, maybe isn't all bad, as long as you use the extra time to be extra thorough, but if you use it to screw around and write completely pointless posts on your blog, probably is bad.... Right. Time to go. bllaaaaaaa...........
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