Sick and Twisted

I've been thinking a lot about licenses these days, who deserves them, how long it's been since I got mine, that I need to physically go to the DMV to renew my driver's license, etc. I think it was 364 days ago (give or take a few hours) since my Bar results came out. The Bar is doing the sick countdown of days until it releases results. 8 days...7 days...18 hours...57 minutes... Seriously, as if people aren't on the edge enough?

And I have to go down to the DMV to visit with a sea of humanity to renew my license. Fun! Who doesn't like to go there? And have their picture taken? Can't think of a better way to spend a couple hours. And the next available appointment? The day before my federal trial is scheduled to start. Timing? Impeccable!

As if the weirdo from the deposition from the other day couldn't get any more twisted, apparently today he was almost normal. I know, I didn't believe it. The attorney who was there didn't either. No shouting, no bloodshed, no fist pounding on the table. I wondered if he was high or sedated. Who knows? Either way, at least the session was more professional, and that is better for the client. I couldn't believe that guy. I continue to believe it's an anomaly and maybe this is just the calm before the storm. People don't go from a**hole to calm for no reason. He's as twisted as that stupid Bar countdown, and he'll never change.

Anyway, it's 9:22 and I'm still waiting on my co-counsel to get me a document so I can e-file it and go have dinner and go home. Any day now I'll get it. It's only due before midnight, so I guess we've got plenty of time. The thing is that I'm cranky and haven't eaten. I want to go home. I'm also really tired of this whole waking up at 4:00 a.m. thing for no reason.

Hope you all have a great night!