this is what I am talking about
The past two days I’ve been in a funk. The hearing for this morning was bumped because the process server couldn’t get off their butt and serve the guy in time. It was then rescheduled for Friday, then not at all.
Its been decided that I am not traveling across the state in March to go to the trial that we’ve been prepping for. The last thing I need is to go spontaneously into labor in the middle of po-dunk no where. And when I mean no where, it is out there. There is one hotel in town and we aren’t staying in it because it is so bad.
I was in general kind of bummed.
This morning we found out that we are back on for Friday. I will have to go. I will have prep. There is a deadline. We are still in the midst of trial prep, but now I am forced to get off my butt and actually do the work that I’ve hemmed and hawed about and done the minimum for the past two days (and instead attempted to find “preppy yet affordable” baby clothes online).
The hearing if for a temporary injunction which automatically means that we are set on the fast track, which means that we will most likely go to trial sometime in June or July, at the latest, which means that I will be able to go to a trial this year (at least as of right now and this moment – it will most likely change once or twice before the end of the day).
I feel pumped. I feel excited. I feel motivated.
(but then again I do have a mild form of bipolar disorder . . . )
