What a week/month —

“I got a judge that’s just aching to throw me in jail, an idiot who wants to fight me for $200, slaugh­tered pigs, giant loud whis­tles! I ain’t slept in five days, I got no money, a dress code prob­lem! And a case, which in the bal­ance, holds the lives of two inno­cent kids! Not to men­tion your.. *stomps foot* ..bio­log­i­cal clock, my career, your life, our mar­riage! And let me see, what else can we pile on?? Is there any­more shit we can pile ontop to the out­come of this case?! Is it possible?!”

Today’s ridicu­lous­nenss: a flat tire. It just keeps get­ting bet­ter and bet­ter. What next? Seri­ously. At least I’m con­tin­u­ing see a vague sort of humor in it all.