Sanity Check

For the most part I'm really enjoying grown-up lawyerly employment. This week I had my first hearing (I think it went well. The clerk gave me a thumbs up at its close). Thanks to NPR the commute isn't too bad. And there's that warm fuzzy feeling that the security of state employment gives you.

So, yes, I like the daily grind. I feel justified in gulping down the espresso in the morning (equal parts coffee to sugar)and I rather like the power suits and skirts.

Aside from the power suits and heels though, part of being an adult is accepting responsibility for one's actions. I want to take the opportunity to do that here...
I am a celebrity gossip addict.
I'll give you a moment to digest that.
Having joined the world of cubicles and accordian case folders I have slowly but surely gotten addicted to more than caffeine (see above esspresso recipe). My morning in the office starts with a read through of the various gossip blogs (The Hollywood Gossip, E! online, TMZ...)Aside from the tic of just having to check to see the lated I have also noticed that it has started to affect me. Namely, I have started to really feel depressed about the state of the world and the average sanity quotient/stability of its inhabitents.

So now I spend my day reviewing (primarily) cases concerning the provision of mental health services for Medicaid recipients in Our Great State - interupted with the odd break to catch up on the latest news on Tila Tequila's tweets, Tiger Woods rehabilitation (and expectations of recidivism), and recent leaks of racy photos of various Bachelor contestants. At the end of the day (or perhaps more accurate estimation would be 11:00 am?) I have serious reservations re: the contination of the human race and reason.

I need help.

There, first step, recognizing that I have a problem and seeking assistance in its redress.

Step two: having faith that the world isn't as f*#king crazy as reported, latest in.