Last night there was a sock on the doorknob to our apartment. I am fairly certain this means that I was Doing It; however, there are several problems with this theory:

• I was by myself
• I don’t live in a dorm room

Strange. Ed claimed the sock when he got home, so I guess all is good. No, I don’t know why he didn’t bring the sock into the apartment. I choose not to ask these questions.

Today I have to go to the government, and I am nervous. I don’t like having to do Official Things – it always makes me feel like a horrible criminal. Still, it has to be done and stalling won’t make the justice happen. This week is jam-packed with activity, so today is really my only chance to rock the hell out of this space boat one last time.

I’m not really feeling the whole revenge vibe, though. It’s fun to pretend I’m doing this because someone done gone wronged me something fierce andI will have the last laugh, but really I’m doing it to protect myself. I’ve been left with no safety net and seem to have no recourse, which just isn’t right – so I’m off to see what can be done. I’ve also talked law with a law talkin’ person, who said it looks like I’m full of constructive dismissal goodness. I could maybe think about taking this whole nasty ball of wax further and do some suing, but it could be nasty and expensive and I don’t know if I really want to go down that road. It’s something to think about, but I’d rather use the government and whatever services they can offer me first because lawyers scare the hell out of me and also I do not own any court-appropriate clothing.

Scary.