bad day

I lost the little slip that had the date of my traffic court written on it. I knew it was sometime this month. I mistakenly thought a jury duty notice was a notice for my court date. When I realized I was wrong (and that I'd missed both dates), I freaked out, being the generally law abiding citizen I am. After half a day of attempting to reach the local justice system by phone, I walked down to 850 Bryant Street's Court House only to stand in a line for half an hour to reschedule the court date that I had missed. Apparently the municipal system went almost completely automated. No more call in's to get information. We, the regular citizens, just have to stand in line (not getting paid) so that the city can save some money. Yay technology.

Just before I walked to the Court House, I posted a response to another poster on a Libyan (Libyana.org) site I like(d) to check out every once in a while. Granted, my post was careless, but the response was almost lethal. I was respectfully called out, but then other misreadings of my posting were evident and I had to defend my completely benign assumptions to prove my IQ. great. If there's one thing I'm not so excited about within my community, it's the suspiciousness of others. It gets old. It is old.

I haven't slept well the last few nights. I'm tired and need to try to get some sleep.

peace out.