After over a week in Dublin, I finally managed to buy myself a razor. Despite the fact that my face is now covered in nasty red bumps and burning like a mother-fucker, it feels good to be clean shaven.
Unfortunately they don’t sell shaving cream, so it’s either gotta be soap or shampoo. I tried shampoo tonight; perhaps I’ll switch to soap tomorrow.
Apparently things aren’t going well in our efforts to get bail from the 9th circuit — I haven’t heard from my lawyer about this, but it seems the US Attorney is trying to assert something along the lines of a “get-out-of-jail-free-card,” and I should thus not be granted a bail hearing.
I don’t quite grasp this logic, but I know I need to speak with my lawyer, and preferably in private.
I’m too fucking upset to write right now — I’ll have to pick this up later.