Thursday, September 11, 2003
I suppose I should be writing about where I was, and how I felt, and how I feel now, but I really don't have the heart for it. Where I was, actually, was in the chambers of the judge that I am presently trying a case before. My brother is eloquent on the rest of it, and if you care to read that sort of thing, go read his post for today. For myself, I just want to get through this trial, and move on to the next one. I also want to pick up the reissue of Thelonious Monk's Underground, a side I've always liked, and always found oddly dismissed by critics.
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