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Yes, indeedy.

Tonight I waived my rights to:

• A trial to the court or to a jury;
• Be represented by counsel;
• Be presumed innocent until proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt;
• Confront and cross examine all prosecution witnesses; and
• Either remain silent or to testify for the defense.

(Uh, cross-examine should be hyphenated, dudes.)

It’s the ‘remain silent’ one I’ll have the most trouble with. But I figure with the incumbent administration, I should probably get used to living without those rights anyway. All is well.

I made my 10th-ish pestering phonecall this morning, and I’ve been told Chico will be moving back in with me tomorrow. I’ve missed him terribly, so I’m planning a party with clowns and a cotton candy machine and balloon animals aplenty. If that falls through, I’ll just go buy him the expensive gas. Man, I hate Captain America. I’m tired of still having to figure out that letting one’s friends into the passenger seat actually involves leaning over and flipping the lock. The last time people were forced to do that, we were driving wagons. Or being pulled in wagons. By horses.

Or oxen. I always preferred oxen.

So today felt like about three days in one, which is absolutely in keeping with the fact that the last couple weeks have taken years off my life. I’ve been getting to work really early. The other day, there was some wild exclaiming over the fact that I was there for 8 full hours, which is like 1/3 of what I generally work in a whole week. I went to lunch with my friend Nancy, who I didn’t recognize because I hadn’t seen her in ages. Also, I hadn’t been at French Meadow in so long, they were surprised to see me. I’m doing a shitty job of being a regular lately.

After lunch, I went and did freelance stuff (work is contract stuff, because there’s a difference). I did an application migration, which went fairly swimmingly considering I’ve all but forgotten how it’s built. Then I had a meeting with someone else who wants to implement the same app in his department. On the way to the gym, I got a call from another client, who wants to meet next week to talk about upgrades to her site.

I haven’t done any freelance work since, well, then. And today it all happened at once. Strange.

Also, in the spare time between lunch and meetings, I applied for a job. The girl there said they have a pretty high turnover because people come in expecting something easy, and find out it’s not. I’m great with a challenge; I’d rather be scrambling busy than bored. However, I had a rush of fear that I might be one of them, i.e. the people who bail as soon as they just don’t feel like doing the work anymore. Not because of the challenge, but because I don’t need the job. I don’t want to be that person, though. I’m hoping my good work ethic wins out over my whim, because nobody likes a quitter.

Also also, I just typed the story of ‘I love the taste of your chewing gum!’ but it doesn’t make any damn sense if you weren’t there, so never mind.

Sigh.
Jenni