Thursday, January 31, 2008


Enough said.

On a totally unrelated note, which deserves its own post which may or may not happen, I realized today that I'm officially estranged from my father. I don't know how to feel about this.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

A new record for me.

I billed 12.4 hours today. Not by choice, but because my boss decided, at 7pm, that he needed a motion in limine for trial tomorrow. Which he could have decided and told me at say, noon. But that would have made things much too simple. Obviously.

And I have a constant cramp in my right calf. If it doesn't go away soon, I may just chop my leg off.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Hip Hip! Hooray!

I haven't watched the State of the Union Address for the last few years because, well, let's be realistic. It's not healthy to be that masochistic. But seeing as this is THE LAST ONE OF THE WORST PRESIDENT IN HISTORY (everyone: hip hip hooray!), here's a little drinking game to make it an even happier occasion:

When George says:

Iraq: one sip of whatever you're drinking
economy: two sips
American people: one gulp
war on terrorism: half a glass

Check back with me later. Hopefully I'll still be upright.

Also, I won a motion today. I guess I'm not getting fired. The judge's decision reads, and I quote, "Defendant's well reasoned and articulate argument clearly mandates suppression in the instant case." Yay.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

I've Never Been so Relieved to Wake Up.

I had the worst most terrifying panic inducing dream I've had in quite a while last night. The last one was a few years ago when I had a dream that my sister died. I've also occasionally dreamed that Chloe died. And while those are incredibly awful, and I wake up and pull her close so I can make sure she's breathing, it's a different kind of awful. (Caveat: I know she's going on 15, but she's very healthy and spry, so I don't want to hear it, mmkay?)

So here was last night's dream.

I got fired. It was only a dream. It was only a dream. It was only a dream.

I flipped out during a deposition. Started yelling at everyone, crying, a real two year old temper tantrum. I can't really say for sure what sparked it. In the dream. It was only a dream.

Then I went outside and took a walk in Central Park (here's where I should have realized something was up - my office is not walking distance from the park and it was spring outside). When I gained my composure and went back inside, my boss was clearing out my office and I started crying "no no no no please please no i'm sorry please please no." My other boss came in, said, "it is what it is" with a shake of the head, and my entire life (and what I was about to lose) flashed in front of my eyes.

And then I woke up. I took a couple deep breaths, rubbed my eyes, and had a severe WTF moment.

I'm still shaken up. And in a couple hours, after brunch with a friend where I'll pick her brain as to what this means, I have to do work. And I'll do a really good job.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Why is it not Friday. Seriously.

Does seeing Heath Ledger's body being rolled out of the apartment building make anyone else a little queasy? Just me?

I'm buying a new TV this weekend. I've wanted to for a while, and I rearranged the furniture in the apartment last weekend, and while the layout is much better, the TV is about 15 feet away from the couch, and I'm squinting to see the damn channel guide. Time to upgrade. HD. Flatscreen. Psyched. Is is sad that this is what I'm excited about in life? Hmm.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Aches and pains.

I think my knee is fucked up. It doesn't quite hurt. It just feels stiff with a little hint of achiness. I know, go to the doctor, get a referral for a sports orthopedist, etc. But I hate doctors. I still don't have a primary care doc in the city after 13 months of living here. Can someone just do it for me? Find me a good doctor, make an appointment, go, deal.

I've had a spot under my left shoulder blade my entire life that flares up when my stress level rises significantly. The last major episode was while studying for the bar, and it got so bad I could barely lift my left arm at times. I've noticed it over the past week, and today sitting in my office I felt the need to stretch every few minutes and pop a good deal of advil.

I shouldn't feel this way at my age, should I? It is a lawyer's lot in life? I work out a lot, but maybe I don't stretch as much as I should? I've never been able to fully relax in yoga classes, but maybe I should give it another whirl. Considering my body is rebelling against me.

If there was ever a reason to ignore what's being said during CLE classes..

There I was, sitting there covertly reading my Westlaw printouts, when I got a text message from my sister that Heath Ledger died. (She loves him.)

Over the next ten minutes, there were literally audible gasps from female attorneys across the room as things popped up on their blackberries.

Quite sad.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Saturday, January 19, 2008

There's always tomorrow.

The 'rents are visiting this weekend and they went to some boring museum while I would (theoretically) stay home and do work. Obviously hasn't happened. Instead, I've done two loads of laundry and reorganized my drawers. Winter pajamas take up way too much space.

And I'm really hungry. I can't do work on an empty stomach. Oh well.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

I've never called in sick, so I shouldn't do it as an excuse, right?

Today is reallllly gonna suck. I'll report back later with results.

Update: 9:10 p.m.

So it wasn't as bad as I expected because my case got adjourned, although I did get hung up on by an irate witness and, completely unexpected, realized that I have lost my watch. Which I loved. Which I purchased in Greece during my post bar exam vacay a while back. The clasp had some issues, and I never got it fixed, so I guess it's my fault. Bummer.

Also, while The Sarah Connor Chronicles is ridiculous in an awesomely absorbing and bring-me-back-to-1992 way, Cashmere Mafia is by all means ridiculous in a roll your eyes so far back you might swallow them way. However, so as not to fully judge without all of the facts and circumstances (a good motto in general, no?) maybe I should give it a few more episodes to make sure...

Sunday, January 13, 2008

How am I supposed to make fun of the dresses?!

God, this is embarrassing. Why am I even watching this "news conference" announcing the Golden Globe winners?

(Sidenote: I finally saw Juno yesterday and YAY! Go see it right now.)

I can't even tell you all how sick of the fucking writer's strike I am. I don't care how it ends or who "wins". Just get back to work. Now. Or I swear, after the eighth episode of Lost airs and there's no more, Hollywood may be bombed by pissed off former fans.

In other news, I billed about 6 hours today and managed to take Chloe on a longer than usual walk in Riverside Park, where she basically ignored other dogs in the dog run and people probably thought I raised a snobby dog.

And now I'm drinking a glass of Pinot and contemplating how much I hate that Larry King is announcing the winners on CNN's airing of the "press conference." I hope one of his suspenders snaps and whips him in the eye. Or knocks out a tooth so he can't talk.

Friday, January 11, 2008

And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

That is, me being tired and slightly bitter.

I still haven't bought a damn bathmat since I moved in. (I figure you get a new apartment, you get a new bathmat.) Or called my super about the broken knob on the oven and the door lock that sticks.

I was in a very long meeting today with a bunch of government attorneys. Just them, me, and my client. And damn did they swagger. Swaggered in, swaggered around, attempted to bully us a bit, and swaggered out. Now I worked for Uncle Sam during law school a lot and never really noticed this. But now, being on the opposite side, it's really fucking annoying.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Another reason to love NYC: my neighborhood wine store delivers.

After a very long day, do I want to watch the New Hampshire primary returns or the season premiere of One Tree Hill?

I think we all know the answer.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Leave me alone. And go back to Portugal.

I am the first person to say that the United States is far from perfect. We have serious problems, and we need serious people to solve them.

But when an obnoxious foreigner, who has no investment in the future of this country in the same way I do, engages in the world's worst pick up attempt by telling me how horrible my country is, especially when it's 1:30 am and I'm tired and want to leave but I can't find my friend who's crashing at my apartment, there's really nothing to do besides "accidentally" spill my drink on him.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Brain Dump

I'm not gonna pretend that I understand why Iowa is so damn important. I'll just say this: it shouldn't be. There are 49 other states. Although I will admit that I don't think some of those other states should count as much as they do. I know we had this collective discussion 8 years ago, but the electoral college is still fucking retarded.

I was trapped on the subway this morning with what I SWEAR was a dead body. Or if not, the worst smelling two sleeping homeless men I've ever come across. And unfortunately you still come across a lot of them in this city. It was so bad they pretty much had their own car because no one wanted to be that close. Someone complained to the conductor, who basically snapped at the person with "Well lady where do you expect them to go when it's 14 degrees outside?" Ok, fine. But it was not pretty. Or fresh.

I didn't stay up for the return of Leno or Letterman last night (although I will for Jon Stewart because AHHHHHH), but the clips I watched today made it seem like they were...not really worth watching anyway.

God I hate Wolf Blitzer. If CNN has this much of a hard on for the Iowa Caucuses, I think my TV may explode on the actual election night.