one the one hand, this is a fascinating process I'm going through. on the other, I really want it to be over. I've learned a lot, seen the process first hand now, but dear god is it laborious. I sit next to a knuckle-dragging, flowbee-using, cigarette-smoking, Tim Eyman-quoting, bad-breath-mouth-breathing neanderthal who can't shut the fuck up in the jury room... yet, this man is the "peer" they intended when our judicial system was designed and this man was who they intended during jury selection. I feel incredibly out of place, but fascinated at the same time by the whole thing (I wonder if this is what deer feel like).

Also, I make damn good black eyed peas.

there is a rather large spider...

... on the inside of my plasma TV screen, right in the middle.

no clue how to get him out, or if he can get out on his own.

that was the best damn yakisoba I've ever made. nom nom nom

The first day I can sleep in and not join the drones in their morning-person-oriented bullshit... I have to wake up to the fucking Blue Angels. Never liked them (even as a kid), never will. Such a flagrant fucking waste of money