favor to call and be nice,
telling me I
can take anything I like.
You don't owe me to be so polite.

Ben Folds Five, "Selfless Cold and Composed"
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Day Twenty-Six

I could lie and insert some sort of self-aggrandizing statement about some activity rife with value and accomplishment, but to be honest, all I really did was sit around and watch a bunch of DVDs of Good Eats that I had ordered a long long time ago.

I did manage to return a faulty wireless network card to Best Buy (riding my bike there, of course), as well as have dinner at this Mexican seafood restaurant where there's always a bunch of ranchero types. I've begun to feel a little bit inadequate because of my lack of Spanish, and I wonder how much that will hinder me when I'm in custody.

I planned on spending all day organizing my things in preparation for the actual event on Wednesday, but going over the list, it seems that getting the four books was the second most important task. Actually showing up Wednesday morning would be the first, and everything else pretty much falls into place.

I have to highly recommend that everyone read Denis Diderot's Jacques the Fatalist. For a novel written during the Enlightenment, you'll find shades of Vonnegut, Stoppard, and "The Matrix". And it's pretty funny, too.

I had been planning on organizing a ride to chauffeur me from the facility (Can I use a proper noun Capital F now? Can I call it The Facility?) to work every day, but Andy and Jacob hit upon a key problem: most people have no problem doing this sort of thing for free as sort of a one-of event, or even if it's a frequent event. But if it's a persistent, everyday type of chore, then no matter what kind of monetary compensation is levied, sometimes it's easier to just rebuff the money and stay home. Which leaves me stuck in Camarillo.

Instead, I refocused my efforts in finding a suitable bus plan, which I posted yesterday. It'll cost $2 in each direction, but I can also get a monthly pass. I can't buy those passes online, though, so I'm going to have to get someone to procure this pass for me.