15-06.21.116 in Book Two: The Fifteenth Year of the Third Millennium of the Common Era

Alternate Title: a true entry

Last night, as I knew that I needed to work early today, I decided to do what I could to sleep. I took a sleeping pill and drank two strong whiskey drinks. I fell asleep at 1 am and woke up before my alarm went off at 7. So… my body is jacked. Even with sleeping pills and drinks… my body was like “6 Hours? We’re done now!”

Woke, dressed in a suit (oooo, a suit, finally going to an actual courtroom again). Drank some Iced Coffee and drove to work. As I was driving, it was just jabber-jabber-jabber-jabber-jabber-jabber-jabber-jabber even on the stations that usually play music in the mornings. SO I played my Louis Armstrong CD instead and it started off the day nicely.

I was the only one at work for the whole morning… got everything taken care of then cruised Prose Box and Facebook until court. Walked to court and… yeeeaaaaaaah. I’m in long pants, a long sleeved button up shirt, a tie, and a suit coat. It is 93 degrees outside. The courtroom was even MORE hot! One of the Judge’s assistants (who… yeah, super hottie- great figure, bright blonde hair, nice smile, easily a 36C+ chest)… well, she was wearing a skirt and a sleeveless top and was complaining how hot the courtroom was.... Mr Suit Coat Me was certainly unhappy with the heat!! And the judge today was in a listening mood. This is rarely a good thing. Because… honestly… even when you specifically tell someone don’t talk about the facts of the case, this is being recorded and can be used against you… if you give them the opportunity to speak… they’ll go on forever… talking about everything… and hang themselves. And it makes court last so much LONGER. Ughhhhhhh. When court finally ended… I walked out of the court room and started walking down the hall… when coming towards me is a face I vaguely think “I know him.” But for the life of me I could not figure out HOW or FROM WHERE. It was just nagging at the back of my mind. The guy looks at me and has that same spark of recognition. We’re both looking at each other trying to figure it out… we small talk like we know what we’re doing but… even though we’re both eyeing each other’s name tags… neither of us are connecting the dots!

When I got back to the office, I went straight to the computer and Facebooked the name. Nothing really seemed familiar until I looked at the “Mutual Friends” area. All of our mutual friends were from Best Buy and then it hit me!! We worked together for two years at Best Buy in Iowa… and today we just run into each other both working for Department of Corrections in Nebraska. Weird world!! AND it makes sense why him seeing my name did not (and will never) get him to how he knows me. At Best Buy, most people didn’t even know I had a full name… because the guy that hired me took one look at me, at my birth name, and instantly made a Clark Kent reference and started calling me CK… so if I know you from Best Buy… my name isn’t going to help you figure anything out. Further my name isn’t going to help you find me on facebook. Type in my birth name. Type in CK. Type in any derivation of my name that you can think of. You won’t find me. Because my Facebook Display Name is based on a college nickname. So, that is that.

Of course… Work Crush was at work. And… hot damn. Okay… so… you’d have to know me to fully understand this but.... what was work crush wearing? Start off with red high heels, then add a skirt, sleeveless blouse, and a pearl necklace. Seriously… if she was wearing interesting underwear under that outfit, she’s wearing almost the EXACT outfit I’m writing into an erotic story I’m working on!!!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY! We chatted a bit. We even discussed one of my favorite religious theories I’ve always meant to get published. It isn’t revolutionary, but apparently when I suggested it in class… I was told I should try to get it published. It’s the “Stages of Childhood” theory of man… Old Testament God is retributive and vengeful because humanity was a child and needed to be treated like an infant that didn’t know the oven was hot; New Testament God is forgiving and understanding because humanity was a growing into a teenager and needed to be treated like someone who makes mistakes but needs encouragement; Modern Lifestyle God is less present because humanity has grown into an adult and needs to be allowed to live their own life coming back to the Father when they decide to. ANYWAY… we even talked about THAT.

Seriously, though, this thing is weird. Like… it was one of those things where I genuinely wish I could “force” my wife to become friends with her so that my wife could learn her fashion sense and conversational nature and all that, lol.

But… it was a little much. All of that plus the heat and the sleep issue? I could feel the darker voice within me welling up. It’s the voice that says, “You’re always too obsessed with keeping your self-control, staying disciplined… let it go. Just do what you want to do and stop caring so much.” That… is a voice I don’t listen to. So I left work. I was done for the day anyway, and hanging around would have only been to spend time with Work Crush and/or avoid going home on Wife Day Off.

Get home and… wife is in weird spirits. Literally… as she has already had a Whiskey Drink and a beer. She’s… hyperactive mode where she’s talking talking talking talking talking talking talking talking talking talking talking -takes a breath and I try to jump in with something that she ignores before she goes back to talking talking talking talking talking talking talking talking.

Tonight… I have a phone call Conference with my parents to help plan some of the final details for the family reunion. Each family makes a meal for the entire gathering at least once during a family reunion and Wife and I are teaming up with Parents on this one. So have to pow-wow and figure out what we’re doing. THAT is… all of tonight, really. Hopefully having a full day of work will make me tired enough to honestly get some legitimate sleep tonight.