celainen

I am indeed a lawyer... and to prove it, I will now bore you with the minutiae of my life today...

8:00 a.m. - arrived at the office

8:01 a.m. - 4:59 p.m. - acted self-important, over-billed, and intimidated the weak

5:00 p.m. -went home and bitched about the fact that I should have been a pro athlete or a warrior poet

7:29 p.m. - hit on a hot chick on SG that is too smart and too good for me. then realized, "fuck, I'm a lawyer, I may have a shot here!". started to act self-important again.

What type of lawyer am I? How about, "an honest one"? Yeah, didn't think you'd buy that...

Actually, I'm a sole practitioner... I own my own business... About a 1/3 of my practice is divorce and custody, 1/3 is criminal, and the other 1/3 is child advocacy.

I'm not close to Philly... I'm much closer to Harrisburg. Which is to say that I am much closer to the arm pit of hell. But now I'm just being needlessly dramatic.

Why do you feel that you are not important to the world? And even more interestingly, what happened this winter that caused you to realize that?