Stooooonnnneeeeddd. Stoned. Straight up, stoned.
Another week has come and gone again. The start of my week was good. Monday I took a personal day, and got some amazing news. Tuesday I had an amazing court hearing for an amazing family that I adore. Wednesday had a great recovery court. Then Thursday, fucking thursday. I got news that my first ever case, that I’m emotionally attached to and worked harder for than anything, is filing an appeal of their case. And there is a chance that it could actually be appealed. And if that happens, the past 16 months aren’t worth anything, everything just disappears. It was very hard on me. It broke me. Come Friday, I was in a huge funk. But then I met with my families, and I talked about it, and I felt better. Now I sit and enjoy you marijuana, and munch on some good food.
I promise I’m okay. Nothing is even for sure yet and everyone at the office said that it could never be appealed. But I need to relax.
So I’m going to go out with my husband and my best friend and not think about it. It’s going to be extraordinary.
life as I know it 