Just Another Manic Monday

7:45: I roll out of bed, thankful that I showered last night and get to sleep a little later than usual. But, I've had a very stressful dream (seems to be happening a lot lately), so I don't feel very rested.

8:15: While changing purses (from a Going Out purse, which I used on Saturday night, to a Regular purse, which I'll use all week), I realize that my license is missing. SHIT. I've been going out since I was 18 years old, and I've never lost my license. Why now? And how am I gonna buy booze after work? Dammit all to hell.

8:20: I find my license on the passenger seat in my car. Whew. Crisis averted. (And yes, this means that I didn't leave the house on Sunday. L-A-Z-Y.)

8:30: I arrive at work. And so begins the steady stream of Padnahs, all needing something done ASAP and all emphasizing that their project is to have first priority. It's going to be a long week.

10:15: One of the Padnahs checks in, to see what the progress on his project is. I neglect to mention that he's third on my list of First Priorities.

12:00: Lunch at Buddy's. Every time I come here for lunch, I'm the only girl in the whole place. I guess guys just like barbecue more than girls do. Except for me, of course. It's a "Working Lunch," as I'm reading cases and starting to write a motion in limine in my head.

3:30: Work, work, work.

5:30: I attempt to leave the office, stacks of cases and other papers in hand, only to discover that the cyclone scene from The Wizard of Oz is going on outside, and there's no way I'll make it to my car in the impractical shoes I've worn today. I sigh and head back inside.

And that's why I'm back here in my office, writing a post at 6:00. I wish the rain would let up.