she was into S&M and bible studies

one of our cases is this horribly ugly, sprawling thing that's sapping the will to live of everyone in the office; i'm working on the filing for it today, and i was ready to give it up five minutes before i started—but then, i feel that way about everything. anyway, in today's morning meeting as we trickled in and started finding our seats, we saw a magic 8-ball at one head of the table. when we asked, we were told that it's been made the supervising attorney on the case, and as such should be present at the meetings.

also this morning m. and i took the trooper to have its emissions checked (it took less than fifteen minutes! it was awesome!) so the registration can be renewed. it's only been expired since APRIL. >.< luckily, no one has pulled me over (not yet anyway; possibly this will serve as my jinx!) so no one is going to have to pay my TICKET. also this morning m. bought me a bagel at dunkin' donuts on the way into the office, which was really nice of him, and came in especially handy since i forgot my mid-morning snack today. oh god, is it lunchtime yet? is it time for me to stop filing and leave for an hour to eat a salad and read about all the ways baltimore residents found to kill each other in a calendar year?

i had the epiphany to start drinking coffee when i remembered that coffee has SUPERPOWERS, i.e. it will keep me warm in the icebox of this office. that and i finally remembered to bring in and leave a jacket, and things are much better. the coffee hasn't really made a dent in how TIRED i am.

but you know why it's okay? because today's FRIDAY. it's friday, and happy hour starts at five, when we're going to head out to a bar across the street somewhere, and possibly we will play pool, and definitely we will have some drinks and some food, and start the process of shrugging off the work week.

and then, get this, i'm going to be social. i KNOW. my favorite person in this office, after the people i'm related to, is one of the attorneys. at last week's happy hour she told us she was once sent home from her high school for wearing a t-shirt that said, "dear auntie em: hate you, hate kansas, taking the dog." and that was always an awesome t-shirt/bumper sticker, etc., but it's kind of a thousand times better after she's told you she actually grew up in kansas. anyway, she's really cool, and she and m. have been friendly since she came to the firm (she's only been here since march), and she invited both of us this saturday night to this . . . dinner party, i guess. i have no idea how many people are going to be there, but one the person i do know is going to be there is a man who m. described as president clinton's former frontman—which he then defined as the person who goes ahead to make sure everything is ready, everything is running right, etc.; i wasn't too clear on that, but he's in town and friends with the attorney, so away i go. m.'s going to be grilling steaks. i have no idea what's going to happen!

and then, yesterday she came and asked me if i'd heard of a band called panic! at the disco (i said i knew a song that had fire in the disco, but the two are unrelated), and asked me if i wanted to go see them play at the tabernacle on tuesday night. when i asked her where it was, she pointed to it through her office window, and it turns out to be this red-brick and white-columned building that used to be a CHURCH, which is awesome. i'd never heard of the band, but she played me a snippet, and they sounded cool; i'll check them out over the weekend maybe. but—crazy social! for me, anyway, where social = anything that involves me 1) leaving the house or 2) interacting with one or more human beings who are not me. triple points for both at the same time. it sounds cool, and i hope i don't work myself up into an anxious FRENZY about it. on a likeliness scale of 1-10 (where 1 is president bush coming out of the closet and settling down with dick cheney, and 10 is death and taxes), i give it a 3.5.

i brought my ipod in today, that was brilliant. and now it's lunch time, and i flee this place.

(i'm about halfway through catching up on the flist; i will never, ever catch up with the fic.)

there's a woman trapped under that canoe!

p.s. yesterday was PAYDAY, which i forgot to mention in my earlier post about why thursday would be so much better than wednesday. also yesterday was screen-on-the-green night, when they show classic movies on a big-screen projector in piedmont park, and i know this because on my way to and from the gym last night, i saw MILLIONS OF PEOPLE streaming in the same general direction with blankets and coolers and picnic baskets. it was kind of awesome. it would have been MORE awesome if they hadn't made the traffic horrendous, but still.

right now it's a little after three, and i think we've declared the week over. the secretary, paralegal, and legal assistant who are all friends have sort of congregated in the corridor, laughing and talking about their weekend plans, and m. just came in to say he needs a nap, and MAN. it's so friday. not only is it friday, but five people are out today, including the two partners, the office administrator, and one of the attorneys. WE ARE SO DONE.

to conclude, a poll:

listening to machine gun fellatio's "pussy town" while at work and, ostensibly, working is . . .

a) unprofessional
b) subversive
c) AWESOME.

it had nothing to do with singing or fascism

gjstruthseeker is coming up (YAY) for dragoncon and seeking sanctuary with me for the duration. this gives me the impression i will be getting kidnapped into attending, hmm.