Well, I think the hearing went okay today. I was leaving my apartment dressed like an effed-up Shaker with bad pantylines and frizzy hair, but thought better of it at the last minute and put some tight pants on. I even wore a blazer. My lawyer must have been really busy in his terrarium-tinted office, because he sent his cousin with a big mustache with me, instead of coming himself. Interesting. Maybe my cousin would like to teach my course next week.

The city's attorney fired a million questions at me, including "where did you go to college?"
Excuse me?! What does that have to do with a fire truck hitting me on the highway?

R. took me out for celebratory pickles n' stuff at Juniors (Pictures to follow), and said I sounded good from where she sat--in the waiting room, with an article on Brittney Spears.

The problem is that it's 5 a.m. and I am not asleep yet. I started thinking about everything I have to do tomorrow and just decided to start doing it tonight.