I feel soulless. Not in the indulgent way I occasionally ignore any moral compass I may possess, but spineless, weightless. A grey uneasy rest.
I do not love the law. I will never love the law. I cannot do this for the rest of my life.
I do not think I can do this at all.
A phone call; I say what has been building in my throat for days I despise that I let myself do this.
I cannot bear the drudgery. Discussion of statute is not debate, application of rules and attempting to sidestep difficult tax issues is not intellectual or exciting or anything but work any person willing to push solidly through these pages of bullet points could do.
Fuck, let's hope I'm as fickle as usual and change my mind by morning.