Third day in a row I've woken up with a headache. Mild, but constant, and I'm not sure if it's due to something I'm lacking or some toxin I've ingested but thinking the latter, since I've had digestive-system problems for a week or so also.
Don't discount bars as a way of meeting people. Yesterday at the Pancho Villa bar here in Columbus yesterday I was grooving with an überbabe who rode here from El Paso on a bicycle, 71 miles by early afternoon. Slim, fit, good looks, great personality. Tried to get her and her two friends (male) to stop by my place for a few beers but they were antsy to get back home. So I doddered on over to the Go For it Cafe, and found 3 of my friends there... it turns out it's not really a shebeen, just a perennial party like mine is going to be, but BYOB.
Got my mail forwarded to me from San Diego, and in it was a long-since-passed jury duty summons. All this threatening verbiage about what might happen if I failed to appear. What a load of shit. I seriously doubt the intent of the Founding Fathers was to obligate us to serve on a jury at gunpoint. But whether it was or not, now I feel like just ignoring them for the rest of my life anyway, whether I receive them on time or not... if it doesn't have a return receipt, they can't ever prove I got it. Fuck 'em. Of course, as a result of that, I realize I can't expect quality jurors if I ever go on trial either. I'd just better keep a low profile... easy to do when you literally live underground.
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