Feeling: anxious
Listening to: Paula Cole - Throwing Stones
Reading/Watching: The Virgin's Lover - Phillippa Gregory

4 more days. I have absolutely no idea what could happen in court.

It's like holding vigil for a loved one. I know they're dead, I know they're gone. It was a long, wasting illness, and I have mourned. I just have to wait for the burial.

I am not looking forward to staring at the corpse one more time. By now it's surely not pretty.

The main thing that frightens me is that we will have to reach a compromise. And I only asked for what I felt was truly fair, and he asked for chunks of money, pounds of flesh, and all my internal organs.

So reaching a "compromise" between the two means that it's not really going to be right, or fair. It's just going to be halfway in between.

I should have demanded a pony. "For X amounts of neglect in the marriage and emotional battery through the separation, the spouse would like compensation in the form of a pony." Compromise that, crazy motherfucker.

Four more days. And then next Saturday I am throwing a huge party for everyone I know and love, as if it's a wedding in reverse. We are celebrating my emancipation. Whether I truly feel like celebrating or not, friends are already offering to chip in booze and games and baked goods, and I will live like a Roman for a night.

A free Roman.

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