I had lunch with Logan and Vanessa. (We talked about grants, and made some progress on some of that.) (They also talked about a guy who works for them who is getting divorced. (Sounds like a nitemare!)-(He was beating her and she has totally flaked out.)-(The kids are now in a foster home and it looks like he will get them. (He goes to see them daily, but they refuse to see their mother.)))
I am beat!
Still no word from Sears on the vcr. (Boo!)
I have some money left in my play budget, so I will have to start trying to get psyched up to go to the Down Under this weekend. (Betty for Sheriff is playing. (I am in lust with Betty, so that would be pleasant.))
(6pm) I am still not up for the Club. (Maybe Saturday morning.)
The Hat will reopen soon. (It will be nice to see what it’s like now.)
(7pm) I am helping the Court to build a database they can use to track restraining orders. (They are issuing more of those every year. (Last year they issued 33 and they have issued 32 already this year.)-(I wonder if domestic violence is increasing, or if women are just more willing to do something about it?)-(Sad!))
(10pm) Quiet nite. (Nice!)
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(7am) TGIF!
I woke up at 5am with D O lying on my chest and tapping my chin with her Paw. (Cute!)
(5pm) Busy day!
I spent most of today helping the Court with their projects.
The Judge called me into the courtroom today. (Today’s story took him about 20 minutes to tell, but, essentially, it was about an event in 1933. Roosevelt appointed a fellow from Butte to be Secretary of State. This fellow was in his 70’s and he had just married a woman in her 20’s. For their honeymoon they were taking the train to D.C. A few hours into the trip the porter broke into their stateroom to find her standing there naked and screaming, and the old fellow was lying there with a hard on, a smile, and quite dead. (Thus he blew his chance to continue living and becoming Secretary of State.))-(The Judge said the moral of the story was to pass on the young women and stick with the older one’s.)
Beth says I should just become a jerk, do the bars, forget Aids, and fuck whoever comes along.
While I was helping Beth, the Judge cruised through and told her to stop pinching me. (She hadn’t.) (She told me he makes up things like that all the time to embarrass her.)
Lauren is off to Whitefish for another ski weekend with her new beau.