8.05 pm

Right. It's not yet ten o'clock in the evening and already I've had too much to drink. I blame the litigators. If the one hadn't sent out the email saying that we were congregating in the pub downstairs to celebrate a day without rain (which really, given the week we've had, is a remarkable achievement) and then the other buying me drinks in said pub ... well, I would have been home, and sober, and packing for London several hours ago. On the other hand, it was rather nice to hear the one say, in puppy dog sort of tones, "It's fine, go to London, I'll just work on this chart without you, and I won't miss you at all" and the other say "But if you're in London who's going to deflate my ego with sarcastic and cruel remarks?"

I hadn't quite realized how well I was fitting in with the litigators until it struck me that several of them were rather going to miss me. Somewhat strange, because I'd thought of myself as an arbitration sort of girl. And I've gotten along famously with the arbitrators I've had a chance to work with, but it's been mostly litigation assignments.

8.26 pm

Pizza in the oven and clothes in the laundry. Now I need to figure out a) what I'm packing to take to London and b) what suitcase(s) I'm putting it in. Did I mention I'm leaving for London at about 5 am tomorrow? The idea was to leave work early, around 5ish, because my assignments have dried up over the past week and I didn't have anything urgent to take care of, and pack. Then I would go to bed early, and get in a good night of sleep before getting on a plane to fly across several thousand mile of ocean. And because I have really not had enough to drink that the idea of packing suits with hand covered in pizza sauce sounds like a good idea, I'm queuing up Dexter on Netflix to watch while I eat. Because nothing is better with a few beers and pizza than a serial killer who uses his power for good. Mostly.