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good day, sunshine

I've been having trouble sleeping. I think it's a combination of lots of stuff on my mind and the dry heat in my room.

Come on, Spring! Everyone's waiting for you.

Cut To The High-Speed Chase

Here's the deal: I've met someone whom I really dig, warts and all (not literally). We seem to think alike -- she could be my doppelganger (which, from reading the definition, is probably not the right word to use, ever, but it hasn't stopped me yet). And although it's early, I feel that it'd be difficult to grow tired of this person.

My "only" problem is that I don't know how to proceed. If it were up to me, I'd want to see where "this" goes and would immerse myself (with the potential for drowning) in the experience. On the other hand, it seems like I'm used to unrequited [whatever]. I think I'd crap my pants and dance an Irish jig if the feeling was mutual.

I don't know. Sometimes I become anxious when things aren't spelled out for me in large, crayola letters.

What I know for certain is that she makes me happy. And that's not a bad start, eh?

Return to New York

The plan for Saturday is to wake up super early, board a bus in Roxbury at 5:00am, and head to the (hopefully large) protests in New York. It could be exciting. I just hope I don't lose my buddy somewhere. (At the RNC, it wasn't a big deal if I got lost or arrested because I was alone.)

Coincidentally, I just got a message from my friendly lawyer in New York telling me that I have a hearing scheduled for next week related to my "notice of claim". That's a little surprising because I had no idea I would have to return for such a thing. Although I'll talk to him tomorrow, presumably the hearing has to do with whether or not I'm going to pursue a civil suit against the city. It just so happens that I've been thinking about it recently. I received two letters from Legal Aid asking if I wanted to be included in a contempt of court settlement/case/whatever, but I didn't respond because something told me it would've been a bum deal and would've precluded me from a wider class-action suit. Unfortunately, I haven't kept up to date with the developments in those cases, and the legal system is slow and complicated. I'll find out tomorrow what the deal is, but I doubt I'll be able to make it to New York on a weekday with less than a week's notice.

The frustrating thing is that even though I have a year from last August to decide whether to go forward with a suit, the longer this thing drags on, the more I see it as a nuisance not worth dealing with. That angers me because when I was released, I (and most everybody who was held for two days without any justifiable reason) was determined to have my voice heard in court -- to add to the choir that would condemn the city for what they did. I still think that not being part of a civil suit, at least, is tantamount to letting the city off the hook. At the same time, however, I'm not looking forward to returning to court in New York every once in a while for the next couple years, or more.


 You say the hill's too steep to climb, climbing
 You say you'd like to see me try, climbing
 You pick the place and I'll choose the time 
 And I'll climb the hill in my own way
 Just wait a while for the right day
 And as I rise above the tree-lines and the clouds 
 I look down, hearing the sound 
 of the things you've said today

 Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
 Merciless the magistrate turns 'round, frowning
 And who's the fool who wears the crown
 No doubt in your own way 
 And every day is the right day 
 And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow 
 You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd

Pink Floyd: Fearless