Tersday

Dear Diary,

Today yours truly went to work *30 minutes early* to sit in the office of the scariest (co-scariest) partner in your practice group while he talked on the phone with your mutual client, someone with a very Croatian name, as he discussed the complications of offering some crazy unsecured debt facility while still engaged in the current transaction. Meanwhile, clearly babies were running around in the background, with what sounded like a harried mother herding cats(babies), while the vagaries of 144A private placements of debt securities with qualified institutional buyers (or QIBS, pronounced Quibs) were discussed, as you stared out the window at the skyline, wondering what was causing the fucking flashing neon lights off of the glass building kitty corner (but twice as far). (You guessed times square, but couldn't figure out how that was physically possible, but then you remembered diagrams of reflection and the angle and figured that maybe that actually made sense.)


After the 30 minute phone call, you sent an email to 45 people you've never met, with an ethnic mix of names (sub-contintentally heavy) that you found satisfying, despite the fact that you fundamentally disagreed with the life choices these people have made. (while still fundamentally disagreeing with your own life choices.) You asked for their comments. You began your email with the word "All," and signed off with a "Best,"

And then, you dicked around, reviewed some documents. Typed in Deadspin.com at least 3 times within the span of an hour. Realized that you were still too infuriated with the state of this country and this body politic and this bodyignorantandfuckingstupid to be willing to absorb the nature of news. So you checked Deadspin again, for the fourth time.

Slow day -- Met AB for lunch at a place with ravingly good chinese takeout. Felt utterly baffled by the line and payment structures. Ate about 70 grams of pure pork fat and skin, and pork chop, and sour cabbage. Over Rice. With an egg roll. Then walked, with purpose, back to your office, menthol ultra light cigarette in tow. Good pork lunch.

Then, a little work. A little more internet. A little more work. A little more internet. Then off to the gym for a scorching leg routine at the gym during work hours (scary assignment doling partner is out of the office) -- doing multiple reps of 250+ while deciding that Kanye's My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (seriously, Nicky Minaj's rap in Monster is hair-raising) would be an appropriate backdrop to lifting significant amounts of weight with your legs. Then back into the office for another 30 minutes of gchat, some work, fielding client questions, talking to the the opposing counsel and dumping a new assignment from Scary Partner 1 onto brand new junior associate in California (per scary partner request).

And then home, to a meal of beef noodle soup (thanks mom), collard greens in bacon and vinegar (thanks farmer's market), red wine (thanks grapes!) and How to Train Your Dragon with K. That movie is excellent. Of course, they basically made Dragons giant puppies with the ability to spit fire (in limited quantities only), but the movie is feel good. Fun. A kid's movie and one for the adults. Not quite Pixar, but still quite excellent.

Then, of course, Thursday night football, Colts - Titans. Peyton Manning did not get his ass handed to him today. Good Job Buddy.

Thanks Diary! See you tomorrows.