Shallow As The Ocean

This week involved getting bitched at by supervisors because its election time, and drinking. I drank so much last night that I was absolutely useless in court today. I wasn't prepared on anything, and I could barely remember what my cases were about. I feel like my mind is running at a thousand miles per hour, and at the end of the day when I come home and look in the mirror, I see someone I don't recognize or like. I don't know who I have become, but I appear to be 21 homicide cases with new homicides coming down the pike. I honestly think my name is State of Louisiana. I have no identity, and I came home tonight wanting to punch a hole in the fucking wall. Its a damn good thing I don't own a gun.