We've had seventeen days of trial -- and it's not over yet! There are at least three more days of testimony -- more likely four -- and then a day for closing arguments.
More importantly, I've been away from my apartment -- and my life, such as it is -- for the better part of seven weeks.
I am sick of room service. I am sick of the three or four decent restaurants that we can walk to for dinner. I am sick of the three or four places that we get lunch from. I am sick of Newark.
Really, I am just going stir-crazy.
I want to go home.