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Friday, January 23, 2004
Continuance My court date (for jury duty) was postponed a couple weeks. We found out at 10 o'clock this morning. I'd already filled out my timesheet, anticipating that I'd be out all day. Did I go home to clean the house, or catch up on reading and movie-watching, or masturbate to the cast of The L Word? No. Because I'm a good boy, I went to work. There's a lot to do, and my civic duties were putting my boss in a bad position. So, here I am, at my desk, eating Frosted Mini Wheats and Michelle's white bean chili / soup and pizzeria pretzel Combos, and listening to George Michael's "Faith" on the retro adult-contemporary station. The above paragraph is chock full of reasons why I could potentially be going to Hell, so I'll stop here. Enjoy your respective weekends, all four and a half of you. |