...Well. That was certainly an experience. I had just decided to make a quiche but I didn't quite have enough eggs, so I went to my local market to pick some up.

What was originally meant to be a five-minute trip ended up taking forty-five minutes. When I entered, the shopkeepers greeted me eerily enthusiastically. They watched me as I shopped and when I came up to the counter to check out, the girl behind it was practically bursting with excitement. I tried to ignore it but as soon as I had actually checked out, I was covered in confetti and balloons. A banner unfurled behind me and I was shuffled off to take a photo. I didn't manage to actually read the banner until the flash had cleared from my eyes...

It read "10,000,000th Customer!" There were more photos, and I was asked to make a statement by a 'reporter' from the local circulation. I believe I said something like "Get that notepad out of my face," so I doubt they'll be using my quote.

I was given a basket of processed food and congratulated numerous times. The fuss drew quite a crowd, much to my dismay. That was clearly their goal. By the time I returned, the vegetables I'd gotten out of the crisper to make the quiche with had wilted.

Ah well. I wonder if any of you would like to take this horrible basket or some of its contents off my hands? I won't be taking up eating "Cheese its" or "Fritos" anytime soon.

I've been busy and am in a foul mood. Not because of the cases I've been doing, most of them are going quite smoothly. However, I am suffering from the worst case of allergies I've had in years. Maybe it's due to the late spring we've had and the cold weather. Whatever the cause, it's terribly unpleasant.

I've been researching various possible solutions, and I stumbled upon something called a neti pot that's supposed to be helpful. But I'm having difficulty finding personal accounts that seem reliable. All of the videos, written accounts, and other information I'm finding online seems to be an elaborate prank. Does anyone know anything about this product?

I was off at a function in San Diego a few weeks ago when a student came up to me and asked if I was LA Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. I answered that I am and he was all too excited to tell me that he'd read my papers in a class of his. Apparently an International Criminal Law professor at Thomas Jefferson School of Law has been using my repertoire of articles in his class. The student had read all of them, though the class doesn't quite use every last one.

He stammered over some choice, idealistic words about one of my less well-received articles. I thanked him politely and moved along, but my curiosity was aroused. It turns out that I've had articles in circulation in classrooms for upwards of four years without my realizing it.

I was at first glad to see the engine of legal knowledge was chugging along - usually there's a delay between a paper's publication and its seeing regular use in classrooms, but I noted that at least one of mine (the one on the appeals system in the United Kingdom) was in circulation mere months after its first publication - but later there was something that gave me pause.

Without breaking confidentiality, I can only say that I discovered some discrepancies in the way that my articles were being reproduced and have now begun the proceedings to level several lawsuits in protection of my copyrights. It's a shame that I have to do such a thing, but then again the greater shame is that there are those who knowingly break the rules of copyright.

Ah well. I'm comforted by the fact that it will only be a few short years before I am set to meet and exchange ideas with young attorneys who have studied my writings.

March comes in like a lamb this year. I don't have a problem with the weather at all, not even when it's terrible. Which isn't to say I don't enjoy temperate weather. I've been getting more walking outside done. It's a refreshing way to clear your mind, and I'm sure Pess missed it as well.

I'm coming to the end of my latest special assignment from the District Attorney. At first I was quite frustrated by the whole matter, but a quick break in the case has made everything work out rather smoothly. In the end, the satisfactory result will be in no small part due to this journal system. Special thanks to Mrs. DeLite, as well. After this, I'll be moving on to yearly reviews. Yes, Gavin, Franziska, Payne, et al. It is that time of year again, and I recommend you prepare yourselves.

February was frustrating, and I am glad to leave it behind. Back to last year's case files to study up for the personnel reviews. Good evening, all.

Bit short notice, but I only just realized I still have reservations I'm not going to be using for a very nice restaurant on the evening of Valentine's day. If anyone is the type of fool who leaves these things to the last minute, I would be willing to transfer my reservation into their name. Otherwise I suppose I'll be going by myself. It's far too nice a restaurant to let these things go to waste.

It's been quite some time since I've felt so insomniac. I wonder, will anyone else still be up?

Regardless, I've been reading Sense and Sensibility over again, it's quite good. I just finished, actually. Looking up at the clock, I hadn't realized it was so late. I may as well reflect a bit. My favorite of the Dashwood sisters has always been Elinor. Her propriety (the titular sensibility) as well as her ability to feel emotions deeply while also containing them, had always appealed to me. And yet, in the end, she learns that she may only find happiness by showing her emotions as well, by letting her true heart shine through. Curious to think that a novel of such depth and subtlety was written by a girl of only nineteen. Austen was an exceptional girl, though.

The separation between emotion and reason has been written about countless times before, of course, but it's still worthwhile to get perspectives on it. My own opinion is probably clear to anyone who's met me - though it rarely does, even for me, reason ought to win out over emotion. Perhaps I, too, could learn the lessons that Elinor learned from her sister. Although I don't suppose it would do me any good this evening. Reason is obviously not what is keeping me awake tonight.

Curiously, despite preferring Elinor over her sister, I prefer Colonel Brandon to Edward Ferrars. Perhaps we never do forgive the men who take away our youthful crushes, even if they may be literary in nature.

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[[There's an old metal mail slot outside the Chief Prosecutor's office, put in during some long-ago renovation and not oft-used, despite the convenient retrieval door within the office. Someone, Lord knows who, has stuck a heart-shaped sticker to the outside of it.]]

This week has seen the return of a multiplicity of prodigal posters on this journal system. Well allow me to gut the fatted calf in celebration, metaphorically speaking.

For many of you it has been a long time, though some not so long as others. Just the barest of details of my activities for the past while... A little over a year ago, I was promoted to the position of Chief Prosecutor, which carries with it many responsibilities that I have only recently become completely accustomed to. I have had the ear of a previous Chief Prosecutor of late, which has been of great use to me.

Beyond that, the details of my life remain unchanged, for the most part. I am utterly and completely incapable of not trying cases myself, so I do from time to time. If not at least once a week, I get antsy. Exclusively desk work just isn't my style, I suppose. Ah well, I'm finding reasons to enjoy my job. It's nice to be able to assign cases to those most well suited to them, and in this way I think things have begun to run quite smoothly around here.

I think the kind of thing that makes me feel as though I am most suitable to the job is my ability to get results from out-of-state actors who are loath to provide support. Maybe you've seen in the papers the struggle I've been having with the Nevada justice system. A grifter we had here on probation skipped town and went there and from there he has swindled thousands of dollars over the phone from elderly welfare recipients here in LA. They were putting up a fuss about the crime being on their jurisdiction given that he has also been doing some sort of piddling card tricks on the side, but he's on a bus to the LA lockup right now. I thank the skills I've gained over my many years of working with Gumshoe for that.

Outside of work, things are fair for me. In fact, I think I have more or less all I need. Ah yes, and for his fans, Pess is quite well in his dotage. Still spry.

Wright entered the room.
Miles: Go away Wright, you're not a sexy lady
Wright: >:U I CAN BE IF I WANT TO
Miles: ....
Miles: So that's what you and Kristoph have been doing all these years

( One two three, one two three... )

I've been endlessly busy since returning to work, and thus haven't posted in quite a while. Not that I'm complaining, quite the contrary. Looking back on my behavior when I had little to do, I am astonished that the people around me didn't throttle me at certain key points. I believe the time I began growling curses under my breath at the Saturday New York Times crossword would have been the threshhold for me, were I the one living with me. (The answer was "stetson," of all things.) There has been nothing more rewarding for me than returning to work, at least as far as the work itself is concerned. Back to three cases a week, and now I am once again able to slam my palm down on the desk, if it resonates a tad less than usual.

The thing that's raising my ire at the moment is the attitude in this office, frankly. I missed much of the lead up to it, but it's election season and an election year for the District Attorney. Therefore, there's been buzz and panic and reporters all over the office. Traffic has been terrible and doomsaying, hair-pulling, and the gnashing of teeth is rampant. As a politically neutral party, and one not interested in (nor, in my position, much affected by) it in the least, I am finding issue with having to be exposed to the utter drama of the thing. In addition, as one of the more high-profile people injured in the earthquake, I am being asked to simultaneously keep my mouth shut and tell all by the higher-ups and the journalists respectively. (Although neither of these groups have any hope of swaying me, if I did feel the need to speak, all things considered.)

I suppose my entire purpose in making this post is to have something to refer back to whenever I get that rare urge to attempt to enter the political sphere. Since, apparently, having strong opinions and expressing them is a no-no if one is interested in becoming a politician, whether they are politically popular or not. I find that the moment someone decides to run for office, they become immeasurably more unpleasant to deal with. At the level of prickliness I'm known to have, I shudder to think of how unpersonable the burden of politics would make me. So, if I begin to express interest in public office, please do feel free to tell me to refer back to this post; or if you so wish, call a mental health professional. I may have experienced some sort of head injury.

We`ll be leaving for home shortly, but I thought since Angel made an update that I should do so as well. I`m posting from a kiosk at the airport. It`s amazing how new everything can seem when you`re on vacation with another person. It`s almost as if I`ve never been here before. Truthfully, we`ve had some rather... interesting experiences, most of which will probably stay between the two of us. Culture shock is a heady thing sometimes.

The concert was impressive, very localized and unfortunately unlikely to be traveling abroad. They used traditional instruments to replicate western arrangements, very fascinating to listen to on an intellectual level as well as being music I enjoy. I`m very pleased to have been able to see it.

Walking the streets is rather fascinating here. The fashion is much different than I expected. Very different. I sometimes gawked like a regular tourist. Of course, behaving like a regular tourist was refreshing after being a face in the crowd for so very long. For some reason, this time around I stuck out obviously as a foreigner, and I took full advantage of that fact.

I`d write more, but it seems like we`re being summoned to the gates... Ah yes, we are. See some of you upon my return. I admit to being anxious to get back to work. Dr. Eldoon, I`ll be making a visit the moment I overcome the jet lag.

I suppose since I've been in the office only sparingly if at all these last few weeks, many of my coworkers and friends may not know that on the tenth I'll be leaving on a trip abroad with Angel. Truth be told, it's our six month anniversary, though neither of us have made even the smallest mention of it to one another. I feel the need somehow to make it a bit special, (the trip was something I was planning for a bit, and we leave coincidentally on the anniversary) but I'm not quite sure how. Dinner at a fancy restaurant, sure. But I've done that already. A gift, perhaps. Though I plan on buying her gifts on our trip. Perhaps I'm thinking too hard about the matter, but I'd like to do something somehow memorable.

The trip itself was meant (in my mind) to be repayment for the boon she awarded me nearly a month ago. Therefore the anniversary should be marked with something different, right? At the moment the majority of my gifts to her have been charms for the bracelet I bought her before we had even considered dating. Thus they've passed into a sort of normalcy for the two of us, and I'd like to do something different. Any ideas at all will be taken into consideration and would be appreciated.

Takes place last Wednesday.

( Apollo: *and then Apollo takes off his shirt* Miles: [[>:I HOW DID HE GET IN HERE]] )