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Jan. 27th, 2004 08:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
javacatJury duty today. I worked until 2 AM last night, real work + reading here and b.org. Home at 3. The outdoor lights on a timer are off, check. It's dark inside, check. Java the cat heard the car and is waiting for me. Check. All's normal. BUT. The front door is open. BOING go my eyes!! The door's half open, nothing else off, just that. Scared the heck outta me. I stick my head in and started yelling for my roommate. Woke her up, all was fine. She must not have closed the door the whole way, then one of the cats or the wind pushed it open. It has copper weatherstripping around it and you have to shove it to shut it completely. It was just really weird.
5 hours sleep and I'm up and running for jury duty. I have no hot water - the tank went out last weekend. I need a shower. But first, the car has to go to the dealer & I have to borrow my mom's car to do this. I almost wear pajama/sweats to meet her at the dealer, drive her home, use her shower and head out, but at the last minute throw on the work clothes I wore yesterday, except for my fuzzy blue in-bed socks, which I jam into Merrills. I'm waiting at the dealer. I'm waiting at the dealer. I'm waiting at the dealer. Neither of us has a cell phone. Mom never shows up!! The courthouse (a gorgeous Frank Lloyd Wright building) is 10 mins. away, so at the last possible minute, I snatch the keys out of the mechanic's hand and run off. Thank dog I was wearing real clothes! I run from the parking lot to the jury room, for no reason since from that point on, all we do is sit and wait, but now I stink so bad, I sit in a nearly empty row so noone has to sit next to me. It's warm out. I'm wearing a heavy turtleneck. Ick. Mom, what happened to her? I call on breaks, and her machine picks up every time. I don't have a bad feeling about it, I'm more annoyed that I didn't get a shower, except then I worry that I'm wrong and she fell or something. Finally, we're dismissed from jury duty for 2 years YAY and I call one more time. She's home! She got lost and it took her 45 minutes to find the dealer, where they told her I'd gone home. She's okay! Yay! Also, grrr. Still PU.
Now she's in a rush because she's playing bridge in 1.5 hours and has a distorted sense of how long it takes to walk 50 feet to the rec hall. Okay, we still have to go to the dealer, too. I grab a stuffed portobello mushroom salad from the Civic Center cafeteria, and rush off. Car shuffle. Huh. Mom doesn't have a table in her studio apt. Must remedy that. We talk, I eat. it's fabulous. I consider looking for jobs at the Civic Center. She leaves, and I read the Vanity Fair interview/article about G. Paltrow and cry when she talks about her father. I decide I like G. Paltrow. Her new husband sounds like a nice guy, too. Mom's neighbor who gave her the VF put hand-made tabs on all the articles she liked. Very odd.
By now, I've decided not to drive over to work for the rest of the day. I got so much done! New hot water heater paid for, delivery organized, batteries in watches, duplicate keys made, new glasses checked out (I can't see out of them - again. Something's really wrong here), dry cleaning picked up, exercise and shower at the gym (Exercise! at the gym! You have no idea how unusual it is; okay maybe you do, but it isn't nice to point at the fat lady). Then library for internet access. Whoa, it's 9 PM right now! Hey, I'm hungry, it's time for dinner.
Whew. What a day. Fun. I'm not tired, either, which is really weird. I expect I'll crash when I lie down finally.
5 hours sleep and I'm up and running for jury duty. I have no hot water - the tank went out last weekend. I need a shower. But first, the car has to go to the dealer & I have to borrow my mom's car to do this. I almost wear pajama/sweats to meet her at the dealer, drive her home, use her shower and head out, but at the last minute throw on the work clothes I wore yesterday, except for my fuzzy blue in-bed socks, which I jam into Merrills. I'm waiting at the dealer. I'm waiting at the dealer. I'm waiting at the dealer. Neither of us has a cell phone. Mom never shows up!! The courthouse (a gorgeous Frank Lloyd Wright building) is 10 mins. away, so at the last possible minute, I snatch the keys out of the mechanic's hand and run off. Thank dog I was wearing real clothes! I run from the parking lot to the jury room, for no reason since from that point on, all we do is sit and wait, but now I stink so bad, I sit in a nearly empty row so noone has to sit next to me. It's warm out. I'm wearing a heavy turtleneck. Ick. Mom, what happened to her? I call on breaks, and her machine picks up every time. I don't have a bad feeling about it, I'm more annoyed that I didn't get a shower, except then I worry that I'm wrong and she fell or something. Finally, we're dismissed from jury duty for 2 years YAY and I call one more time. She's home! She got lost and it took her 45 minutes to find the dealer, where they told her I'd gone home. She's okay! Yay! Also, grrr. Still PU.
Now she's in a rush because she's playing bridge in 1.5 hours and has a distorted sense of how long it takes to walk 50 feet to the rec hall. Okay, we still have to go to the dealer, too. I grab a stuffed portobello mushroom salad from the Civic Center cafeteria, and rush off. Car shuffle. Huh. Mom doesn't have a table in her studio apt. Must remedy that. We talk, I eat. it's fabulous. I consider looking for jobs at the Civic Center. She leaves, and I read the Vanity Fair interview/article about G. Paltrow and cry when she talks about her father. I decide I like G. Paltrow. Her new husband sounds like a nice guy, too. Mom's neighbor who gave her the VF put hand-made tabs on all the articles she liked. Very odd.
By now, I've decided not to drive over to work for the rest of the day. I got so much done! New hot water heater paid for, delivery organized, batteries in watches, duplicate keys made, new glasses checked out (I can't see out of them - again. Something's really wrong here), dry cleaning picked up, exercise and shower at the gym (Exercise! at the gym! You have no idea how unusual it is; okay maybe you do, but it isn't nice to point at the fat lady). Then library for internet access. Whoa, it's 9 PM right now! Hey, I'm hungry, it's time for dinner.
Whew. What a day. Fun. I'm not tired, either, which is really weird. I expect I'll crash when I lie down finally.