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.

lisah's last line mimics my experience. I do the quiet room too (once dismissed from the dumb movie room) but I get bored. Even with the chance to read, and still getting paid (though technically, I lose a little since parking is more than the jury stipend) it just annoys me a bit, for all that and a STUPID case. Did manage to read Assassination Vacation last time, though. I try to bring the most problematic sounding reading materials...I do that elsewhere as well. I was reading Blackhawk Down for the flight that never was. And A Problem From Hell on genocide another flight. Definitely shuts down the chatters.

I have to renew my driver's license in the next two weeks, and then jury duty in the last week of the month. I never seem to actually read in these environments. I have a feeling my coloring book is going to get a work out instead.

I found one that is just pages and pages of paisleys. I'll have to order that tonight.

I realized too late that reading Lolita on a cross-country bus trip was the wrong choice for discouraging creepy guys from talking to me. Live and learn.

I realized too late that reading Lolita on a cross-country bus trip was the wrong choice for discouraging creepy guys from talking to me. Live and learn.

Yeah, stay away from Tropic of Cancer too. (Though it was a fun plot point in After Hours.)

Well, I found some papers I shouldn't have thrown away, and saved them, and found others I'd carefully put aside, but nothing to do with jury duty.

Now I need to work out how to arrange my Monday morning.

-t, I'm thinking maybe this would be the best choice of reading material for warding off unwanted wierdos on public transit (between the title and the eye-catching skeleton on the cover).

Well, after a copy of The Watchtower, anyway.