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this morning was pure schadenfreude as indictments were brought up against lewis "scooter" libby for perjury, obstruction of justice, and making false statements. what's bad for the administration is good for me and my ilk, and it's been a great few weeks. we've got indictments, failed supreme court nominee, dissension within the republican party, 2000th american death milestone in iraq, delay's dirty money, frist's insider-trading investigation, cindy shehan campout, rising oil prices, and waves upon waves of hurricane disasters. i almost feel sorry for bush and company, i really do. it's exciting to be living in interesting times, who needs movies when i can turn on the daily news and catch all this great drama?

other than the news in washington, my day came and went without a hitch. for lunch i had some jalapeno poppers, and i basically stayed in my room the whole day, working on my project at my usual pace. sometimes i'd play with the scab forming on my back, tracing the edges of its scaly surface. maybe i could've gone out for a run, but with the temperature dropping (somewhere in the 40's), i got lazy and decided to just stay indoors. in the evening jawei and i had dinner at my parents' again before i drove us back to cambridge in a borrowed car. i continued working in my bedroom, this time on my own personal project, migrating my files over to the new server via ftp proxy.

the police wants to talk to me about a case they're working on that could use my help. i meet them in a social club somewhere in the neighborhood. there's a large sausage dog that walks around the place, rubbing up against people, trying to earn scratches. i wait upstairs, and have a three way conference call with the police and one other person. the case seems to be internet related. we're being filled in on the details, i'm walking around trying to pick up decent reception on my cellphone, when suddenly i lose them both on the other end. i'm trying to decide whether i should call them back when the detectives show up. one is a crusty old veteran, the other his younger headstrong partner. i ask the older one, "you gonna fill me in on the details?" and he tells me it's a case about internet fraud, this man working on a website in davis square apparently used his access to buy some land then bailed out of town. i'm still not sure why i'm being called into service, but i'm willing to help. for some reason we're all just waiting around. the older detective is holding a rubber mold in his hand, for a miniature gnomescape featuring toadstools. he wears a strange angular brown pinky ring that looks plastic. i'm leaving now and i pet the dog one last time, before she jumps on the table looking for scraps of food. i look around, trying to figure out if this is acceptable behaviour or not. nobody seems to care.