That night...

It had been a long night and one I would never forget. Not just because it was the night before graduation, so every minute of our time at the bar meant that much more, wondering if it'd be the last time we'd be together. Not just because I was the lucky one to go home with him. And not just because if I closed my eyes, I could still feel every kiss and each caress.

I didn't want the night to end. I never wanted any of our nights together to end. But morning had once again come too soon and the sun now streamed through the windows. I closed my eyes against the glare and felt the electric tingle that always accompanied his touch.

I wanted nothing more but to stay right there with him. Instead, I had to get ready to walk the stage. Pulling on my black robe over my clothes, I looked back at him, wishing I had the courage to say the words that had always been in my heart. I stopped the impending flow of words and tears with a kiss.

He moved off the bed, kneeling before me to help slide my shoes onto my feet. My mind briefly flitted to another place, imagining him on his knee for another reason entirely. But that future would not be ours to share.

Then his hand drifted up my thigh and I lost all ability for conscious thought...

random

I spent Sunday at the Stadium, like any good summer Sunday. It was Old Timers Day. It's a little scary that they consider guys I grew up watching "old." But it's still my favorite game of the year. And it was great that my dad finally got to take Andrew to a Yankee game. :)

I'm in court in mediations most of the week. They aren't bad, except for the way they're run. And today I have the pleasure of being in the worst county possible (which unfortunately is the one closest to home). I'm going to head to court in about an hour, ready for my 11:00. They won't call me until at least 12:15, which is 15 minutes after my second mediation is supposed to start. i won't catch a break long enough to eat lunch until after my 3:30 is done (probably around 5 or 6 tonight).

I finally got around to watching the first episode of True Blood last night. It was disappointing. They only person who got (almost) naked was Tara. I just have no desire to watch her with another woman.

I miss writing. Other than the briefs that I have to write for work, I have very little motivation to do anything else these days. I have 2 articles due in a couple weeks that I haven't even started thinking about writing. Well, maybe writing that line was the start of me beginning to think about writing.

My birthday is Thursday. My anniversary is Saturday. We didn't plan this well. In the span of about a month, we have both our birthdays, mothers day, fathers day and our anniversary. Makes for an expensive month...

I hate my credit card company. They lost the check I know I sent them last month and now they're sending me nasty letters because between 1996 and 2011, I have "missed" a whopping ONE payment in my entire history with them. Seriously? You lost the damn check. I sent you another. Now go away. We can return to our normal routine - you send a bill, I pay it, you leave me alone.

Speaking of debt collectors, I don't know who had this cell phone number before me, but they must have been a total deadbeat. On a daily basis, I have at least one (sometimes 10) debt collector calling me demanding to speak with someone who isn't me, has never been me and is never going to be me. I also get some really bizarre text messages... I thoroughly enjoyed hearing about Cassy's doctors appointments (they didn't want to remove me off their auto confirmation text list until I pointed out that I'm a lawyer and they might want to consult their attorneys about their disclosure of confidential information to third parties without authorization), girls who want to get with Axel and the ones I can't even begin to decipher because they're in Spanish.

Why did I take French? It's such a useless language.

That's enough random for now. I have to get to court. Wish me luck. I have one mediation where I won't be able to get a client on the phone. And I have another where I know going in I'm going to get my head handed to me because this is our TENTH time coming back to court on it and the other side still hasn't provided all the docs we need. Somehow this will become my fault.

What the hell was I thinking?

It's almost 11. I have to leave the house to hop a plane to Chicago in a few hours... Not because I need to be there at the crack of dawn but because my dumb ass waited too long to book a flight that left at a reasonable hour.

I have to train my editorial staff. Who are flying out from all over the country. To listen to me. And I'm still wondering what the hell I'm going to do with them for TWO freaking days.

I've been on this publication for 2 years. I've never been trained myself and now I have to train other people?

We're writers. If they've gotten to this stage in life and don't know how to write, I'm can't help them in just 2 days. And if they can't write, what are they doing on my team anyway?

I'm still not sure what's going to come out of my mouth when it comes time to talk to these guys... hopefully I'll be brilliant. I'll settle for not sounding like a bumbling idiot and wasting everyone's time. But if I don't go the hell to bed soon, I'm never going to make my damn flight!

Wish me luck. I need it.