Remember when is was cool to put Z’s instead of S’s at the end of things to pluralize them? If you don’t, it was probably when I was in middle school, and most def not cool enough to insert Z’s for my S’s.
Anyway, my spirits have been lifted. Partially because I was able to make it to work today (even though I am unsure of my ability to make it home this afternoon!), partially because the sun is shining, and partially because I just decided to stop moping around like a dumb-face.
Today I’m reading a really boring 400-page deposition, searching patents again (YES!), and serving motions to compel that, for some reason, didn’t get served via email last week. Doesn’t that sound legal-y and professional?
Also, I’m drinking coffee! This is a recipe for ungoodness. I don’t do coffee well. I’m fairly certain that I suffer from some sort of hypersensitivity to caffeine.
When I drink coffee I get super jittery, energetic, sweaty (ewwwww), and get super-sensitive hearing. I can hear the lights glowing right now. Then the weird stomach gurgling comes, followed by anxious nausea.
Ok, this is where I took a break and decided to finish this post the next day.
It took me almost two hours to drive a twenty minute route home last night. I sat in the same spot in front of the MARTA station by my work for forty-five minutes. I am pretty sure nothing makes me angrier than Atlanta traffic. I discussed with my coworker this morning how unhealthy it probably is for my blood pressure to get that high.
It’s the same as when I was younger and threw a fit. You’re really angry for about 30 minutes, halfway listening to NPR and halfway yelling at people in front of you for being so stupid as to leave work at 5:30 P.M. as well.
Then you get tired of yelling and muttering angry curse words at yourself, and you just sit with a forced patience, because you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, champ.
Oh, Atlanta traffic, you’ll kill me one way or another. Either by accident or by heart attack!