and here we have a monday that’s really a tuesday, or visa versa, and over here we have — what a mess. usually i at least do the damn dishes, but not this weekend.
and no, it wasn’t that wild really, it just didn’t involve doing anything but hanging out on the computer, or watching nicktoons with the kid, or reading douglas adams, and of course, staying up too late and waking up a grumpy person — whatever.
so, remember when we (he) used to have taxis? it was a while back, predating this blog here (surreally days). well anyway, like several business transactions we’ve been involved in lately, it’s ended with us hauling someone to court. *sigh* i hate small claims court. just hate it. there’s nothing like the feeling of listening to someone tell complete and utter bullshit stories, with the utmost of sincerity. knowing that the worst thing you could do is react to the way that feels, and instead, you have to think logically and act calmly. and listening to this lying, not little fibs but big old bald faced whoppers, complete and utter fictions invented in their own minds, and do it well, is one of the ugliest feelings i know.
well i’m glad i didn’t have to go, then again, wating here to hear what went on isn’t that easy either. and most of the time there’s no closure right then and there anyway — many times the judge takes everything ‘under advisement’ and mails out the rulings later. and then the appeals.