It is Saturday night. There is a dinner invitation that I am not attending. There are a bunch of people out smoking a Hooka (is that how you spell that thing that the caterpiller smoked in Alice in Wonderland?) But I am not with them either. I am not at the bar, I am not watching movie with friends. I am sitting in my room, surrounded by paperwork, notes and photocopied documents. Why, might you ask? I have a trial on wednesday. Now, most people would think "Oh, trial on wednesday, no problem, just work on sunday, monday and tuesday. You can still go out tonight." But no, here I sit, since I have an OCD client, and a supervisor who is going to drive me to drink (or to a heart attack.) Damn job. Damn client. awwwwww....just damn.