First, an update: trucks smell normal today, or at least normal for trucks. Rocks also taste about like I'd expect them to. Don't judge me; science takes its toll on us all.

Also, I suppose I don't have jury duty today. I'm forced to guess, because when I called after 6 o'clock yesterday, I was assured that no juries had been scheduled for Thursday, June 18th. This message, useful only in the "The More You Know" sense, remained the answer to my calls until 10 o'clock this morning, when I was instead told that there would be no juries on Saturday, June 20th, either. Apparently, when these people take Friday off, they really take it off. It's possible that the courtroom is currently packed with criminals of every description, all petitioning for mistrials due to a lack of jurors. If they're all let out, I'd like to make it clear that this was not my fault. I called many times!

Actually, that pretty much covers everything I've got to talk about. Things aren't going wrong today, which leaves me at loose ends. My senses all appear to be in working order, the computers are running as they ought to, my car is behaving, I've got no plans to stay late at work or come in over the weekend -- I hate to complain that nothing's broken, but I feel like the British explorer in the middle of the Amazon, slashing his way through the undergrowth, who has just realized that the jungle drums have stopped. It's not that I like things being obviously screwed up, but at least then it's obvious where the threat is. It's when it all goes quiet that you have to start worrying.

I saw a short film once where a man was telling his friend that nothing really bad had ever happened to him in his life. He detailed several narrow escapes, and in the end, his friend sarcastically said something along the lines of, "Well, congratulations! You're clearly the luckiest man alive." And he responded, "No, don't you see? I'm due!"

I'm with that guy. It's not right for things to be right all the time; it's clearly the universe perpetrating an extended setup. I'm going to be on edge until someone runs a red light and tries to hit my car, or something. Then I'll be back on familiar ground, and I can relax again.

Mood of the Moment: good
Auditory Hallucination: Amanda Palmer -- Leeds United