i went to see another lawyer today. this lady was a bit of a bitch, but i suppose as far as qualities go in attorneys that is not a bad one. when we got there she said she was expecting us earlier, and she was all ready to leave as if she were about to go somewhere, yet our appointment was at 1:00, and we got there at maybe 1:02 at the latest. anyway, she had the standard lawyer office with certificates and shit up on the walls. i could tell she must have practiced her handshake a bunch of times. i didn't really get any new information from her, so basically it was a waste of time. for some reason we had to go to the courthouse to look at this document pertaining to a public defender (my dad was with me this whole time). to get into the building you have to go through a metal detector. i was like oh shit, because i had a lighter on me, and if i were to put that in the little box my dad would ask why exactly do i have a lighter on me. hey, i still don't want the parents to know i smoke. i slyly went down on one knee to make it look like i was tying my shoe, but i slipped the lighter off in the corner behind this wooden thing that was sitting there. how stupid though--even after we emptied our pockets of all metallic objects, the detector was still beeping. he told us oh, it must be your belts. so i wouldn't have even had to ditch my lighter, which pissed me off. yeah, so that's that. work called me at 9 in the morning today saying that they had a minor crisis in that one girl called in sick and it was another's day off, so i should come in as soon as possible. i didn't even go to school today.. skipped both classes. i could have came in at 10. i came in at 3, my usual time. the other day at work i was in this apartment building and there was a whole pile of books sitting there. i looked through them and i stole one. it was called sons and lovers by d.h. lawrence. it was the only one there that i had heard of before, so i snatched it. that's the apartment where i deliver meds to the crazy lady that tells me these long, 10 minute stories where i have no idea what she's talking about, but i just smile and nod and say oh really or yeah once in awhile. then i deliver to this other cranked out crazy lady with a lot of teeth missing and she is always bitching about something. one day she was yelling very loud at me telling me that it's my fault that the doctor has not called the pharmacy back yet to get her prescriptions. i always say i'll ask about it when i get back, but i never do. then, as i was starting my car to leave, i see her running out and i'm thinking that she is going to come and knock on my window to tell me something or ask a question. nope--she was just running across the street to the liquor store. i would say it's sad but it was far too funny to be anything sad. this one pharmacy technician at work always flirts with me. she's pretty attractive, but she is married with a baby and probably something like 29. i'd say she's looking for a little adultery if i was more confident. for our art trip to the walker art museum in minneapolis i am going to make some vicodinated gatorade and have myself a wonderfully gay time.