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Got all worked up for the court date today... lawyer didn't show. I'm figuring they'd gone back and checked Rose Shanis/Lendmark's numbers, realized they'd been lied to by their own client, and decided to not show rather than admit they'd been had. Bastiches. I was all prepped for a world class beatdown, too.

The Judge's disgust towards a prosecuting attorney that no-shows was evident. Without reviewing -any- of the information on the case, he tossed out the judgement that'd been issued last month, then lectured the -other- lawyers present about manners and professional etiquette. While it was a bit frustrating that the Law Offices of Michael Fradkin couldn't be bothered to show up or notify the court of their intent, it was refreshing to be treated so cordially. Kudos to the Judge, who's name will be mentioned as soon as I remember what it was. *sigh* Little grey cells are not what they once were, don'tcha know...

And we now have heat again. For those that didn't get the 'pleasure' of hearing me whine about it, we ran out of fuel oil Saturday morning. Today was the first any of the 16 companies that service this area could get a shipment in. Fortunately for all, I've got priming the furnace down to a science.The longest part of it was finding my wrench.

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( This will be totally irrelevent unless you're a CLAMP fan or an anime buff... )

*hugs and cuddles*
~Ellie-chan

It's on my mind...

And it has been since yesterday morning. I was mulling over my past, and the questions that still remain (and what's happened when someone tried to help me find answers). I was out driving; it seems to be where I do most of my coherent thinking, with my mind sorted and focused. The radio was interfering with my thoughts, creating a disjointed spikiness that was disconcerting. I remember flipping through stations, finding nothing suitable, and finally took to hunting down a local country station. And the song that I found there is still playing in my head, managing to drown out Iced Earth, Manowar, and Disturbed...

Martina McBride
Concrete Angel

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

And at the end, all that there is for me is more questions... questions that are difficult to even -think- of facing. But they'll have to wait until tomorrow; the Remeron is fogging my mind and sleep awaits for at least a couple hours. I know that just the thought of country music makes some folks nauseous, but ... well, you've seen the lyrics. If you're curious, go listen to it. If not, well... I refuse to force-feed myself, much less anyone else.

Good night.
~Ellie-chan