October 28, 2003

Is this story ever getting old?

Yeah, like I haven't said this so many times here in the last week, but I am worn out. Today I had to drive to one of the neighboring towns to go court, the case was reset to the afternoon, drove back to the office, worked for an hour or two, drove back to have the hearing, sat for an hour listening to another hearing that had to be over before mine started, got back to town at 5:00, went back to the office to check my messages, spent 30 minutes on a long distance call with a client whose case was supposed to be over but a snag has come up, then had to run to the store to buy something to take to the American Legion meeting which started at 6:00 and just got out of there and came home. Some days, there seems to be too little time to get everything done. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow since I have no court settings and have several things that I have had to set aside over the last two weeks as I was so busy that have to be done and have a couple of things that have to be done to finish up some of the items that were discussed at the American Legion meeting, so I am planning on going to bed early again. Of course, I do think I will just go rest a bit for now, and maybe come back later to see how everyone else has been. It seems like forever since I have read some of the blogs on my blogroll, and it has been bothering me alot. Still, I am so weary, I likely will be so drowsy, I would not be able to give the attention I need to actually read most of them. Catch-22? I have no idea. Maybe I should go drink a bit of Tequila or something, huh? Still, just remember, I do love you all ... well, maybe not Acidman, afterall, he has never apologized for saying I looked older than he does. Oh heck, I really don't care ... I just like to rag about that. Oh, George, if you had just seen the yawn I did, you would know I need to go to bed. I am so sorry, I really am. The only thing about me that hardly ever changes anymore is my navel. Every time I look, it is there, it is surrounded by all that soft black hair (except for one or two gray ones now), and looks so very serene. Thank George for that, I guess. I will end this report before I fall out of this chair. Thank you for your attention ... after all if you got this far down, you have to like me, right?

Posted by notGeorge at October 28, 2003 08:51 PM | TrackBack
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