I'm baaack

Waka! waka! waka!

I just lost a murder trial, and boy is my middle finger tired!

But seriously folks....

It's going to take some serious time to get over this one. I don't imagine that I ever will. I suppose some day I will look back on this without feeling like throwing up. That will be a good day.

Today was my first day "back" after the verdict on Friday. I've been a real peach. I tried to get into a fight with a client or two, but they were all docile and contrite.

I had one hearing today, where I got into an exasperating back-and-forth with a cop who pulled an "L" shaped knife out of my client's pocket. He said it, not me: "L" shaped. I should have just kept my mouth shut, because by the time we were through discussing the physical and geometric properties of the letter "L" as well as the stabbing capabilities of the 12th letter of the alphabet, said knife was no longer shaped like an "L" but something more closely resembling a "C." But I couldn't keep my mouth shut because I'm pissed off at the world, particularly at its uniformed, badge-wearing occupants. And he didn't say it was shaped like a "C". He had his pick of the whole god-damned alphabet. He had a 1 in 26 chance to pick "L" and he picked "L" You can't stab someone with a mother-fucking "L." You can tap someone on the forehead with an "L", but you'd look pretty fucking stupid bringing a bent-ass knife to a fight, wouldn't you.

Judge held my client to answer for possession of a concealed knife. Whatever.

I come back to my office with a head of steam, and as I pass by our office manager, she says, hey your phone is ringing. I say "Fuck my phone!" and she looks at me like I just said something inappropriate. Did I? I don't know. All I know is that I'm burned out and irritable and I just lost a murder trial.

Tomorrow will be a better day.