Am toast

[pegkerr]

There are a bunch of thoughtful posts on my friends list that cry out for comments--but I'm not able to oblige you folks. My mind has deteriorated to mush. Spent thirteen hours at work today, bracketing depositions. That means reading pages of blinding lists of numbers formatted like this:

0028:14-0029:3

and drawing lines with a ruler and flare pen to mark, say page 28, line 14 till page 29, line 3.

You need the intelligence of a five year old to do this. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I went to graduate school for four years after college--so that I could work thirteen hours drawing lines on paper. A bunch of margaritas would probably have helped,* but they don't allow them at the office.

My back is killing me from hunching over those transcripts all day. Am going to demand backrub from Rob.

It's probably a little too late to make a margarita. *Sigh*

* meaning that the margaritas would have helped me. They definitely would not have helped the bracketing.

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[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

I edited my entry to reflect that while the margaritas would have helped me, they probably would not have helped the bracketing.