High Beams and Jail Terms

I was inaugurated into the world of driving today. I had just got off Route 2, near Wilson's farms, when a car in the opposite direction flashed their high beams. At first I was slightly confused -- it had been a long day, and my vision was blurry, anyway, thanks to another fun CFIDS crash over the weekend. Of course, I then realized that it was the secret code for POLICE AHEAD. Very secret, indeed. I was going the speed limit, but surely it wouldn't hurt to slow down a few mph. Lo and behold, there was a policeman just around the bend. What a wonderful code. Yes, I've put thousands of miles on my car, and nobody has ever done that for me. Needless to say, I was a little too thrilled to return the favor after passing the policeman. Is it not twisted that I'm still thrilled?My father completed his stint as Jury foreman today, and I was able to hear all about the court case. I had hoped it would be more interesting. Me and my high expectations.Katy and I had an impromptu dinner at Bertucci's. She had to stay at school for SAT prep, and I didn't feel up to driving home quite yet. So what do I do? I endanger not only my own life by going to Bertucci's, but also Katy's -- not, however, before we left another cryptic message. Update: I have been apprehended, revealed my accomplices, and legal proceedings shall be performed herein. I can only hope that my father will receive the opportunity to reprise his role as moral and just foreman. I shall strike again... ~JennP.S. Morgan, look how short these entries have been!