I made it. Twenty-one days of sheer overload at work. Trials, motions, briefs. Clients rushed to hospital after collapsing at court. Then there is this fucking cold weather.

In the last two days I have slept a total of half an hour, and that was on the floor of my office since I did not go home. At 3:45 p.m. this afternoon, I finished an appellate brief that absolutely had to be express mailed by 5p.m. At 4:00 p.m. I had a fact finding hearing scheduled that I got out of at 4:30 p.m. I rushed back to the office where one of the secretaries was busy stuffing the final copy into an envelope. We made it to post office at 4:50 p.m.

You how it is when you are just drunk, and you know you are drunk, but you want to hide it, so you focus very hard, and in some ways it seems like you can focus harder because of your awareness of the alcohol? That is sort how I feel right now. There is this massive throbbing pain at the back of my head and it seems like the only way I can avoid letting it bother me is by concentrating really hard on something.

Tomorrow I clean up the disaster that I've let my office become over the last few days. Saturday, I clean up the disaster that I've let my apartment become over the course of the last three weeks. Sunday, I hop on a plane for Salt Lake City to attend a judicial conference.

Man, I really hate writing motions and briefs, but I do like it when I go into a situation that seems black and white and start mucking around. We've gone to bat on this issue three times so far and each time I've come up with a new surprise. I had this line of cases that just seemed disastrous to the viewpoint I was trying to push and I turned them inside out. I'm a mediocre writer, but I love coming up with the perspective that no one else has thought of and shoving it down someone's throat.

Well, maybe I'll try to sleep now.