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This month is an important and nerve-wracking one because my law suit against two corporations whose negligence caused me to fall down cement stairs in 2003, kicks into high gear in late March. (They fit the profile and I expect them to be ruthlessly cruel at the first hearing where they get to grill me. They've already suggested it wasn't their oil slick on the stairs that caused my fall but the sunglasses they're presuming I couldn't see through. Note: I've been up and down the same flight at least 10,000 times, many times in sunglasses, and never fallen. Seriously, they're blaming the sunglasses over their oil slick.)
As usual, my tendency to procrastinate has left me little time to prepare for the first hearing (kicks self in the shins) and the paralegal attached to my lawyer has a time management problem because she routinely delays or forgets to send me crucial information.
On the bright side, my horrorscope for March is profoundly optimistic! You know you're off the rails when you begin scouring the stars for signs of impending justice and victory.
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link:
PAWSOrg (Gypsy and Nicholas will soon call PAWS home!)
Pic of the day:
in utero