red-eyed and wild-haired

I hate you, April 2009. Go away.

Is it just me or was last week just totally fucked? I polled some folks at the bar the other night and the responses ranged from it was an off week to it royally sucked giant blue balls. (That was me.) I thought, "Okay, one bad week. Whatever." Then Monday hit. First, my hearing out in BFEast, TX was a total disaster that lead to much running around on my part. Lesson learned: do not ever believe what someone else tells you. Go with your gut. It was partially my fuck-up and partially the evil judge I had to deal with. Then I had a shitty client meeting on a shitty case that I just want to click my heels and make go away. I am so fucking over family law it's pathetic. Then there was a very long drive home and I ended up falling into bed and passing out fully clothed and I slept for almost 10 hours. My mouth tasted purty this morning.

Then I woke up and get a phone call from my mom telling me my favorite uncle passed away last night and it's set the tone for the entire day.

Now I'm just trying to deal with best I can. I have tons and tons of work to do, but I have that thing going on where you cry off and on throughout the day and it makes you absolutely exhausted. Despite all of this, I have gotten some things accomplished so I feel slightly less overwhelmed. But I still feel like life has been steadily punching me in the gut this week.

I need a drink.