I have a deposition on Wednesday.
We are being sued in the morning and we are countersuing in the afternoon.
How come the more things I have to do, the slower my thinking, energy and resolve? I’ve been telling myself to sit down and prepare my paperwork all weekend. It is Sunday at midnight and I have done jack shidh.
Those lawyers are going to wipe my nomad butt all over the floor. I should care but I feel strangely numb. I am eating a banana split I shouldn’t, the prints on my shorts are mesmerizing. I will do anything not to start this week, go to that deposition, and fight my old clients.
Can I leave all of this behind and move in with you? Anyone?
I make great pancakes and I’m housebroken.
June 3, 2009 at 12:52 pm
Lol@good pancakes and housebroken. Well hearing that was a bonus. Very refreshing!
YES YOU CAN! Erm, sorry for sounded Obamian but indeed you can leave all behind. But *scratches head* how to is a tough nut to crack. No, I think you need to get down to business.
PS: Hope all goes well for you and win ‘em all. G’luck!
June 7, 2009 at 10:01 am
You can always use bail-out!
June 10, 2009 at 6:53 pm
Isseh, LOL, yes we can indeed
Thanks for the well wishes walaal.
evolvingprimate, if only I could
June 16, 2009 at 5:55 pm
Well you’ve had the deposition. Or, if you’re anything like me you may have already offered the lawyers the offer yummy pankcakes and a great room mate in exchange, in which case you’re reading this whilst sipping a non-alcoholic margherita by a guitar-shaped pool in a lush garden tended by Juan the hunky gardener. Good on ya girl!
June 19, 2009 at 12:55 am
Dahab, LOL!
The lawyers didn’t give a damn about my pancakes and I wouldn’t live with those immoral freaks for a million bucks. The whole thing took about 12 minutes. And since I’ve perfected the art of daydreaming in my early years, I missed 8 of it. I’ll read the rest when the paperback of the cheap ass novel comes out. Oh hon, I am sipping on nothin’ but bitter rage but that is my default position anyway