I was trying to think what the first, most vital foodstuff I should get for my apartment will be. I thought maybe, beer and icecream. Yeah, something that is so essential to me to pig out in and then loads and loads of liquor especially since I have spent a bundle and a half buying glassware and silverware for the feasting.

I had a S-H-I-T-T-Y day at work today. Hear that shitty. One of those days when clients decide it's time for you to work for their exhausted money "so let me push you around, or rather just annoy you by showing up at your office at my convenience and having that 30 minute talk about my problem that I know is really no business of yours."

The other attorney in my office is leaving for a whole month next week. Yes, a whole month to recuperate for her bar exams. There is this new thing she wants me to start handling that is so delicate and should be filed very accurately and meticulously. She says there is no rush in getting it done, and then the next thing you know, she brings in a new file in which it has not been filed into my office every 5 minutes. Oh, there's also this one, and this one, and this guy wants his bank account released. Oh, but really there's no rush as long as you file it before the case gets dismissed.

Now, you tell me.

I just couldn't absorb all that and the phone calls and multitudes of requests and whiny customers today. I just couldn't.

I told my mum that my apartment, the matrix shall be my escape now. Whenever I hear those whiny customers that make me want to hit my head on the wall, and just say Fuck it, I should just remember I need rent money and it is only through them that I can pay it. Then, I shall feel so okay.

Hopefully. Usually it's Keanu I use but nowadays, it makes me feel worse. Since he is there and I am here and there's nothing I can do about it.

I need to find something that is at least a little more fun than this, I always seem to find the least fun jobs. Why me, O Lord!