OK, so I don't like working on Sundays, no matter what my last post might have said.

I've been here for nine hours, and am quickly reaching the point where I'm considering writing up a memorandum of law as follows:

Why are our allegations on behalf of our client sufficient to establish a cause of action against the estate of Plaintiff B? JUST FUCKING BECAUSE.

It doesn't help that the coworker slash attorney who went through the statutes and case law that I found is the world's biggest hairsplitter. I mean, I have a lot of appreciation for exactitude.

But for CRYING OUT LOUD, I do not need to be told which parts of the case I am looking at are "not very exciting." I'd go so far as to assert that tort cases from 1929 are not very exciting as a rule.

Fortunately, people have been more than willing to distract me. The lovely %%diary-girlsdontcry%% caught me right as my computer was crashing and I had to spend two hours on the phone with Microsoft Customer Service to be told that my problem is something completely novel and will require a phone appointment for Tuesday. Thekate stopped by for a spell, as did %%diary-norenhuxley%%, and if not for these three, I would have long since stabbed myself in the head with the Florida Statute volume of your choice.