Y'all. I don't even know anymore

What's going on? I cannot be the only lawyer perpetually scratching the head and asking "what in the actual fuck" at an exponentially increasing rate, on a near daily basis. We cooked, or what?

I am not someone to engage in deep speculation (unless I'm deeply involved, like page 5 in the comments of a rant on Housewives and we are speculating about who didn't have the other ones back in a fight from seasons long gone) but, it's becoming difficult to avoid the news, and also try and mind my goddamn business and do my shitty little job and try not to be embarrassed by clients in court. I cannot live in that meager existence anymore because I truly have no idea what is happening, I cannot even try to pretend to answer the questions of "what does this mean for my case?" Rub a genie lamp, I guess? 🤷‍♀️

Anyone else having the reoccurring dread of the existential crisis brewing just under the surface, below the coffee stained memos, the crumbs from lunches you ate at your desk, the untrashed takeout coffee cups and plastic wrapped utensils you abandoned behind monitors and computer cords, and the Bar reminders about CLEs programs you're too busy to attend? Or is it just me?

Side bar: let's all (me, I mean) maybe clean our desks instead of feeling anxious today