As it turns out

One of those days turned into one of those weeks, and I have little hope for improvement tomorrow. Work has just not gone well this week - all except Tuesday. Tuesday was a pretty good day (I was in Salem for an 8-hour deposition that wasn't nearly as boring as most!) And then I worked for a few hours in the office, after everyone but Graham and Donnie had gone home. I closed the day by indulging in my guilty pleasure of American Idol. I admit it's true. Perhaps I shouldn't do so quite so publicly.

I really don't know what's going on at work, but it just feels like no matter how hard I try, it's not going right. Shelley recently told me that when she was a waitress, she would sometimes get a "nightmare table," where no matter how hard she tried or what she did, everything would just go wrong. I guess I feel like that this week.

My parents are coming this weekend for a visit, along with Kim, Fred, and August. I am happy about the visit. We will eat good food and play with a good baby and generally relax, I think (hope). OK... I'm off to bed. Maybe a bit more sleep will help tomorrow go better.