Ugh.......

'Member before how I was all high on my job and I was all like, "I LOVE BEING A LAWYER!"

Yeah, well, that's changed.

My job is sucking my soul out of me. I loathe what I do, and I loathe that the same people are always getting themselves in some sort of shit.

Because they're ASSHOLES.

Shakespeare once said, "First, kill all the lawyers," but that's inaccurate. Kill their clients. They're the problem.

I'm beat to shit, and I have to be on my A-Game tomorrow night as I've got a date.

But I should have known better than to have a date on Friday night. Because I'm already worthless and braindead. By tomorrow night, I'll be lucky to be able to walk, let alone talk.

Seriously. I went to Pubelicks tonight to buy myself some... wine... and food? And shopping was too much for me. I literally would stand in the middle of an aisle, staring at a box of Stove Top Stuffin', spacing out for like fifty seconds until someone would come down the aisle and I'd have to move.

Tomorrow day's going to suck, and I'm really going to have to put some serious work into rallying for tomorrow night, because at this rate?

I'm not gonna make it on my date.