I’ve made it to Friday. I’m doing ok this week. At the beginning of the week, I told myself I wasn’t going to let myself have a bad week. Naturally, on Monday, I decided I couldn’t be happy and went down some mental pathways that are best left untraveled. Driving to work, I kept thinking…
Congratulations, my lovely friends, we’ve made it to Friday. Mr. Flopsy made an appearance in the yard this morning. We didn’t have to go to court yesterday. He called on Wednesday and they told him things had been rescheduled, there was no new date, and they’d be in touch. On one hand, it sucks that…
We’ve hit the final countdown until the next legal hurdle, another pre-arraignment meeting in a week. To say that I’m stressing out is an understatement. I can’t even begin to imagine what he’s feeling, and I’m fucking terrified. We don’t even know if he needs to be there. He’s supposed to call them the day…