Shock? Shock. And... the big calm. This is it, right? The point were I can finally say: There's nothing worse that could happen now. And: slight amusement.

I received a warrant for arrest on Saturday.
It is the next thing in a an impressive line-up of hoops I have to jump through to access my right to command my existential minimum income and not have it taken away from me (having my bank account impounded being one of them).
I could escape arrest if I jeopardise my first paid job in two years, which I started 3 weeks ago. Tough decision, hu? Not really. Legal representatives of three continents have tried to threaten me for 10 years. I'm still standing. Go figure.
Anyway, for my novel I wrote in November, this might be the breakthrough research.