When I woke up this morning, I almost cried, because I’m exhausted, and I had a terrible night’s sleep. I had to be up earlier than usual today (and again tomorrow) because of court. But then I’m working from home Thursday and Friday (at least that’s currently the plan) so that will sort of make up for it.
I’m not sure who sheds more: me, the dog, or Freya. All I know is that there is hair EVERYWHERE.
On Friday night, D and I got tipsy and drunk-ordered a couch from Wayfair. It’s for our loft and it pulls out into a futon style bed. I’m excited about it. My only complaint is that somehow this couch is set to be delivered tomorrow, and my desk that I ordered two weeks ago, also from Wayfair, STILL HASN’T EVEN SHIPPED WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK.
I put up a bitchy front, and I will fuck you up if necessary, but really I’m a big old softy. I’m 100% a Cancer – like it’s creepy how accurately my star sign fits my personality. Arguing with people drains me. I don’t like to be confrontational, which is kind of funny considering my profession. I’m not saying I’m not good at it, because I am, but I’d much rather everyone just get along and be happy. My work is very draining to me.
I don’t know what is going on with me recently, but I am just so over work right now. I can’t get excited about anything I’m working on. It feels like a grind to me, and I kind of hate it. I’m not really sure what I can do to change it though, besides change professions, which is never going to happen. Let’s just be honest about that for a second. All talk, no action on that front. I’m an attorney, for better or worse.
I will say I’ve been enjoying getting into crim courts more. I met some cool people at crim court this morning – all female attorneys, too! The four of us joked that this was like the most female attorneys on a crim docket ever. It just never happens. The law is still very much a male oriented field – especially crim.
Btw – I got a fantastic deal for my client this morning. He told me he’s keeping my number for all of his future matters. Lol. He’s not even trying to pretend like he’s going to stay out of trouble.
Don’t worry – it’s nothing *that* serious.
I don’t even know why I ordered a year’s supply of contact lenses. I fucking hate these things. My eyes feel terrible. I’m definitely becoming a glasses girl, with contacts for special occasions.
Speaking of glasses, I can’t wait for my new ones to arrive!
I hate how much my weight fluctuates from day to day, and I hate how obsessed I am with it.
My analytics show that my readership is way down from where it was before I announced I was leaving this blog. The people I was hoping to ditch all seem to be gone – including D’s ex. This is excellent news. Yes, I’m one of those weird people who posts about my life on the internet and then hopes that people don’t actually read it. Haha. Well…certain people anyway.
I suppose I should work? Ugh I really don’t want to. I have to work late tonight too. Fuuuuuuuck.
The good news: tonight is date night! We are going to our favorite “fancy” restaurant. I. CAN’T. WAIT.