Tomorrow I get the unfortunate displeasure of appearing as a witness in my friend's divorce trial. I say displeasure because I don't like courts, I don't like swearing on Bibles, and I don't like driving in 103-degree smog when I've got a bucketload of work waiting for me on the other side.
And yet, it has to be done because that's the law and that's what you do when you have information to share and a friend's in court. I guess.
Well, it could be worse:
