Perhaps in Book Four: Ichi-no-Tani 2017

You won’t admit you love me
And so how am I ever to know?
You only tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

A million times I ask you
And then I ask you over again
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can’t make your mind up
We’ll never get started
And I don’t wanna wind up
Being parted, broken hearted
So if you really love me, say yes
But if you don’t, dear, confess
And please don’t tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can’t make your mind up
We’ll never get started
And I don’t wanna wind up
Being parted, broken hearted
So if you really love me, say yes
But if you don’t, dear, confess
And please don’t tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Songwriters: Joe Davis / Osvaldo Farres
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

Immediately when I woke up today I thought: It is freezing, thus my body is in pain, and I wish I worked a part time job.
No… conscious effort put into the thought. Just immediate stream of consciousness Good Morning here’s your first thought of the day!

Next thought? About how desperately I need to finish this Suppression Motion today. Except.. I have no idea what I’m doing. And my bosses’ help is “Finish it, send it to me, and I’ll look it over.” Grrrreaaaaat. So here I struggle again. Maybe I am a shitty attorney.

Then I get on the road. Everything the same. Same as it was the day before. And the day before that. And the day before that. Wake up early, in pain, and exhausted. Leave Wife in bed. Drive to work. Struggle at work. Come home. Go to bed around 10. Wife comes home from work. I roll over to say hello and then go back to sleep. That has been every day this week.

Today I sat down at my desk (again, first attorney in the office) and stared at my Suppression Motion stuff. I. am so. lost. But I need to get this done. I need to get this figured out. Somehow. Wish me luck. I’m going to need all of it in the world!