March 17, 2008
Saint Patrick and all the serpents of paradise be blessed together with one blessing!
Seems there’s a phone number to call in the night or morning before your jury summons to see if they’ll really need you. Called it, and it turns out I’m excused. Hosannah! ‘Course, then the question comes, "but why? What’s wrong with me?" Reminds me of all those straight boys who, when you assure them you’re not interested so they can relax, try to look relieved but then, inevitably, inquire, rather sadly, "But why not? What’s wrong with me?"
Damien Rice on the CD, a green shirt on my back.
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