I've got nothing. Truly. The brain is set on fry mode.
I've just spent the entire day listening to speakers talk about really uplifting topics. Sexual assault. Domestic violence. Child abuse. Date rape drugs. Safety plans. Looked at picture after picture documenting injuries, and heard personal testimonials from survivors. Listened to the abusers comments about why they do what they do - which is guaranteed to keep me awake tonight. Starting learning about collecting evidence and how to testify in court so the defense attorneys don't chew you up and spit you out. (This is going to be a riot. My own attorney scares the shit out of me...and she's on my side.) And only four more days to go...
I have just two things to say.
What the hell was I thinking?
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM