God, I hate paper so much, it makes me do some really stupid things, evidently.

I've got the love/hate. When I don't keep an iron grip on bad stuff happens. And when I can't find that critical piece of paper, I totally panic.

Wait, ita, are you a citizen? I didn't know that

Yeah, took the leap last year. Oddly, it doesn't feel very different...

Hey, congrats.

I love hearing Craig Ferguson talking about his citizenship.

They would argue that you should know if someone is right behind you, and if they are, you drive through the yellow light.

Eh. Again, Chicago is different. But I'd rather be rear-ended than broadsided.

Nicole - Apr 2, 2011 6:28:41 pm PDT #1449 of 1453 Mark Block

"Kitchen, what's your status?" "Cookin' chicken."

ita "Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes" Jan 29, 2011 4:55:56 pm PST

That shit's awesome right there!

Except now you get jury summons! Uh, welcome fellow citizen, go play with the stupids of our country? (To be fair, maybe not ALL trials are as dumb as the once I sat, but OMG. SO DUMB. And bad, bad movies in the waiting room.)

I'm a bit envious of folks who have had good jury duty experiences. But sara's experience is my experience...every. single. time.

I did enjoy the guy who leaned over to me and said, "Hey, I believe in the violent overthrow of the government. Think that will get me off?"

Not sure if he actually said that, but he was dismissed at lightening speed and someone did follow him out of the courtroom.

ita, did you call 1-800-srv-jury? Oddly enough, mine is Monday too. But in the Valley.

That shit's awesome right there!

Totally.

I don't even know how y'all do that? I'm still fumbling with which keys to strike and some amazing archival something is already posted. Cheers, Nicole!

I did call, bon, but everything requires my JID and PIN.

Thanks, Nicole. Why didn't I put down that I was throwing away important papers, and maybe someone could have saved me from my own stupidity?

Let me look one more time. I'm not optimistic.

I always have a good time at jury duty, chance to sit around and read (quiet room, yeah!!) and watch the people parade. And I am paid my regular salary when I go so I really can't complain. The one trial I was an alternate on was really stupid and a waste of time and money.

A few hours ago I wanted cupcakes. Like NEEDED cupcakes. To the point where I jumped in the car, went to the store to buy the stuff, came home and baked them. They are now all frosted and decorated with jelly beans (what, they were by the check out). And now I'm not interested. F*cking Prednisone.

F*cking Prednisone.

Aw. Bless.

Poor Suze. Maybe you can rest in the knowledge that the yummy cupcakes will be there when you ARE interested.