Well, it's certainly been an eventful few days. You know, what with me falling into a coma where I was trapped for a time in my worst nightmares, only to be "saved" by the very bitch who helped send me to my grave by stabbing me in the neck. Not that I'm bitter, or anything. Or, I won't be, once that contract with the hit man conflict negotiator ( Read more... )

It's so quiet.

I hate the quiet, makes me feel crazier-

Please don't let them-

I can't-

Why are you-

Stop!

Please...

Wes...

Oh... fuck!

Well, there were some nice parts to the night, such as having some champagne with Lindsey- not much real conversation, we were both too tired from these God-damned dreams to do more than drink. Unfortunately, all the more pleasant parts are going to be overshadowed by the conversations I had this evening, particularly with the one I tend to share ( Read more... )

So, press conference went off fairly well. The prosecution looks like arses, the firm just made quite a killing, Linds and I got to preen on TV as we took our victory, and I'm feeling rather satisfied with myself. Well, I'd be a little more satisfied if I actually got some satisfaction, but- Still haven't heard much from Wes. Never really got back ( Read more... )

So, ended up being saved from that little incident the other day on I-10 by Morrigan, who I managed to get ahold of after the accident Since a certain someone seemed preoccupied with God knows what-, and the good news is I'm not being charged with anything- helps when you know the officer, and said officer owes you a couple. He seemed a little ( Read more... )

Well, isn't this just the perfect fucking way to end probably the worst three days of my life. I'm currently writing this from the side of Interstate 10. On one side of me is my car, which is partially embedded in a cement wall. On the other side is a police officer, wondering what the Hell he should do with one of LA's most feared lawyers who once ( Read more... )

Spent the morning on a pointless conference call with clients that aren't comfortable speaking with Angel. Have no idea how he intends to sort out Wolfram and Hart's less moral clientele, until then, I'm stuck soothing the egos of our more important clients. Nothing that I'm not used to, after all, his office used to be mine. Anyways, the ( Read more... )

Interoffice Memo

Subj: Unavailability
Date: 08/05/03 17:45
From: Morgan, Lilah
To: Wyndham-Pryce, Wesley; Turner, Cole; Burkle, Fred; Gunn, Charles; McDonald, Lindsey (file)
CC: Angel
Priority: High
Encryption: NoneSent In-Network ( Read more... )

According to the geeks in the Home Office who're in Metaphysical Resources and Outreach, on a scale of one to ten, this? Gets an eleven in the "Not Good" rankings. I knew after flying back against hard objects that it wasn't good, but they said... this might be out of our park. And by ours, I mean Wolfram and Hart ( Read more... )