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I have court date today. It was originally slated for 8am, or at least that's what I remember from the ticket. (Expired tag.) The last time I had this problem, I just brought the receipt for the tag and the judge dismissed the case. So I was having minor panic attack when I realized last night I didn't know where my receipt for the tag was. The only thing I remembered was that it was slated for 8am- or so I thought.

I set the alarm for 7. The court building is right down the street. I hit more times that I care admit. Being that most of last night was spent having a minor freak out I think got about 4 hours of sleep. So at 7.42 I walk out of the apartment realizing just how self destructive I can be, doubly depressed at the notion that unlike other people I know, my self destructive side isn't even fun. At least drug addicts have a good time killing themselves.

I digress.

First off, if you haven't been outside, it is nipple twisting cold out there. Secondly, it takes ten minutes to get to the recorders court from my apartment. Add in the time to convince myself I knew where it was, and you have 8.10. Fortunately I was saved by the fact that either my memory or the information on the ticket was inaccurate. They opened at 8.30, and my receipt somehow materialized in my front seat.

So I went to BK, grabbed breakfast and waited until 8.30. Political commentary aside, what the fuck? No one knew where we going. "Ticket? Sit there. Code Enforcement? Upstairs. Oh wait, you upstairs." I was feeling smart so it only took me 15 minutes to go to the information window.

My court time was 2pm. I went home and went to sleep.

In completely unrelated news, I was awoken by a phone call. It was a job offer. Data entry, with some grunt work for more money than I was making at any of my other jobs. Regular hours are 2pm-10pm which means any social activity I engage in will be either late at night or lunch, but I'm kind of okay with that.

So, I think this is what optimism feels like. Assuming I dodge the expired tag bullet, this is a good day.

Now, I just need to figure out the whole issue of where I'm living in February.

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1. You have a university tailored to your academic needs. What's it like?
I don't entirely feel qualified to answer this question as I don't really know what my academic needs are. Nor do I know what I'd really be interested in the academic arena. I would love to learn more classics and, mythology. Generally I think the social sciences have gone to shit- but that just might be my channeling my father.

2. What is your favorite book from your childhood?
I had to think about this one more that I'd care to admit. There are a lot of books from childhood that mean something to me *now* and didn't really then. I was pretty much raised on "Winnie the Pooh." I liked the Jungle Book, and Bulfinch's Mythology. But I think the book that meant the most to me was "A Wrinkle in Time."


3. The world's gone mad. The internet's gone offline indefinitely, and your computer no longer plays games. What would you do more of?
Write. Go out. Watch more TV probably. I hate to think about how much the internet really has taken over my life.


4. Why did you start smoking?
It seemed the thing to do? I regularly chewed on pens. There was character in a screenplay I was writing and we decided he should smoke cigars. There was a cache of cigars Dad got from a wedding and never smoked. I ended up chewing on them and then eventually lighting one. They were candellas (green wrapper) which I haven't smoked since. That kind of transitioned to a pipe. I enjoy it.

5. A billionaire decides to offer you enough money to get by very comfortably as long as you are willing to pursue your dream job. What is the dream job? (And no, sitting on your ass doesn't count for this one.)
I used to think that was writing. I think I'd like to work more doing attractions. I'd like to own a video store, or a booth at Faire. I can't really decide on ONE thing. I think Geek Event planning would be fun.