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Well, for the week court is over. I have to go back Monday. For all that I'm seated on the main aisle with my back to said aisle, next to the main printer, perpendicular to the cloak room, I'm glad to be here. Because this trial could not be more stupid.

Not unless it involved the testimony of trance-channeled past lives, anyway. Even a pet custody case would at least have the possibility of making deadly serious older men in gray suits have to argue on behalf of "Mr. Woogums".

Anyway. Got work to catch up on, and then tonight I have my sister's thirtieth birthday to go to. Anything I don't get done today, I come in to do tomorrow. But it ain't the trial, so I'm good with that.