Ah, home with my feet up.
I'm working on a very difficult commentary. It's a letter to Martha Stewart. But it's a letter about what happened to me, too.
When I heard Martha was convicted of lying to a federal investigator, without mirandization, without the right to having legal counsel present, etc, and obscure law, used to trip up political dissidents, terrorists, communists and the like, I blew my stack!
It's EXACTLY what happened to me, ten years ago.
So, I went to the station early, hid in the volunteer room and went to war with the computer. I brought Porky, dressed in his bikini and fairy wings, for comfort and cheer.
I did some internet research on the case.
I was there from before 11 am until after 4 pm and only managed to write a page and a half. My limit's just over three.
I think it's got to be a two part commentary. but I'm not sure. I have a lot of ground to cover, and not much time left or space.
It's exhausting, trying to find ways to tell my story without losing my mind or sounding like a raving maniac.
I emailed it to myself. I'll try to work on it tomorrow from here.
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