a game of catch-up.
The quote of the day:
A federal judge cited 24 instances of alleged grand jury leaks to the news media in ordering an investigation of whether prosecutor Kenneth Starr's office violated secrecy rules, newly unsealed court documents revealed today.
In other news, a new investigation was launched into whether the sun rises in the east.
Running news:
Slept in. Slept in yesterday too. Uh oh -- hibernation begins.
I don't know if this means I'm getting tired of keeping a journal or just have other things to be doing. Or if interest in certain activities simply go in cycles and this is a low-ebb period. I'm not particularly inspired to do this entry (I can just imagine all the gratitude flowing toward me from readers right now). I feel more obligated to do this. Which isn't a good feeling, let me tell you. Doesn't lead to exciting writing.
Wednesday: wrote. Ran 3.8 miles--for some reason, Coldwater Canyon Road was way backed up in all directions, which really interfered with my run.
Thursday: had lunch with Tiffany, the first time I've seen her since her wedding. We discussed movies and office politics. Darin made dinner. It rained, after way more lightning than I remember ever seeing in these here parts before.
Today is my last day on-call for the jury. I knew that if I got too excited about it being the last day, they'd call us in, and that's exactly what happened.
I went in and spent two hours waiting around. The case was pled out; we were discharged. Whoo hoo!
For those two hours, I read A Stranger in the Family by Steven Naifeh and Gregory White Smith, the story of what happens to the family of a guy arrested for (and who confesses to) serial rape and a murder. I bought it used and discovered half way through the previous owner had written in it.
I hate that. Don't write in books; it's not nice and brings out bibliophiles' more psychopathic tendencies. I envision a superhero: the Book Defender, avenger of wronged books and destroyer of those who would ruin innocent books.
Anyhow, this book is primarily the reactions of the criminal's family--how did this happen in our family? This is also the problem with the book, because it doesn't seem the authors talked to anybody outside of the family to find out if there were any serious signs that there was something wrong with this guy before he was arrested. I don't mean, talk to the family of the victims--there isn't any whitewashing of what the guy did. No, I mean outside appraisals of the criminal, not just the family's point of view (primarily his mother's, who's going to be the most sympathetic to him).
I forgot this little tidbit: Linda told me recently that Carolann arranged a get-together of some people from our program, primarily from our thesis class, for drinks at a Hollywood bar. For everyone but me, that is.
I am not an evolved human being: this goes under "Things I'm Gonna Remember."
On the way to the freeway we drive down a busily traveled residential street (that services quite a few cars from our area to Ventura Blvd.). And I've started to hate driving down that road; I won't even walk down it anymore. Why? Because there's this guy. He's older, with a full head of white hair and a long white mustache and beard, and a very noticeable round belly.
And he's always there. He just stands there. Watching, I assume. Watching what's going on. Watching who drives by. Watching who walks by. Not quite 24/7...but I haven't figured out his schedule yet.
He's like this evil gnome. He's the reason I always drive to Pane Dolce these days instead of walking, because I'd have to go way out of my way to avoid him. Is this what they mean by neighborhood watch?
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