Ruby is not allowed on the computer desk, and pretty much always remembers. I cannot, however, leave any form of paper within her reach anywhere else.

my typing is so funky, I'd be setting it off all the time.

I am always turning on the StickyKeys or the Windows voice reader by accidentally hitting Shift seven times or holding down some combination of keys for ten seconds or whatever. I guess I fidget on the keyboard.

Plei, get the note. I was six months pregnant when I served last time and it SUCKED. The chairs--they're uncomfortable and it's incredibly boring when you could be doing something like washing the baby's clothes or putting together a bouncy seat. Too stressful to sit in a room full of strangers who won't give up a fucking chair to a pregnant woman and who insist on monopolizing the only television to watch Dr. Phil.

Oh, and NO INTERNET ACCESS in the jury lounge I was in. Which is just so fucking wrong.

But at least I got paid $20 a day by the court and my employer paid me for the whole week on Administrative leave. But it cost me $5 a day to park.

Computers are Shiva magnets. When I'm on the Powerbook, she likes to rest her head on the corner of it, and her usual spot in the computer room is flopped in front of Paul's keyboard (well, when he's using it; if he's not using it, she sleeps in his office chair).

I gave up enforcing limits because of the two. One sits next to my plate but won't try my food. Fine. The other is a constant battle of throwing him off. And water doesn't work. He gets wet. I just set up barriers of kleenex boxes and stacks of paper.

OK, so my bathroom hot water faucet has been hard to get shut off. You have to play with it just so to stop the drips and when turned on high, it leaks out the handle. Now the shutoff valve has started dripping. I have a bowl under it. I am not optimistic about the fix being timely. I want my own place! I can fix this myself BUT. Plus this stink. Urhg.

Dev makes out with the lightbulb on the table lamp directly behind the laptop. She hasn't fried a whisker yet...

Plei, why in the hell did we name our cats after dieties? (OK, so I named her after a mountain and a dead mountain climber who was named after it and didn't know it was a diety until later, but...) So asking for it.

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My cat is actually named after a comic book assassin.

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I admit this was perhaps asking for trouble.

Hmmmm.....

edit: to both naming and the pretty, pretty librarian. Former, we both meant well. Someday, I will name one Kilamajaro. And Chongmo Lungma. Called Chong. Or however that is spelled. It's a nod to my dad and his mountain climbing past. Hey, I gotta add Macchu Piccu!

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Wow. I think he might qualify as hte sexiest librarian in the country. If not the universe.