Jury duty, woo hoo. We had a long boring orientation, and now I guess we wait around to see if there are any jury trials that need jurors. There are 160 of us, so obviously we won't all be needed. 

We can use computers, the Internet, etc. They told us we can take breaks (while we're waiting to see if we get seated on a trial), and told us that the hallway on our floor goes all the way around in a square and 7 laps is 1 mile. Maybe I'll get some exercise in! Maybe I can get some fellow jurors to do the squats challenge!

The waiting room has cable, and some fool turned OFF Zoolander. He is not going to be my juror BFF.

EXCELLENT link, Dana. Is it hot in here or is it just Ari?

wah wah wah no you tube

Could he be more delightful? I don't think so.

Not-getting-picked~ma, Steph!

Ari Shapiro is the best, no question.

So I guess I did get some color on my face over the weekend, because my makeup is noticeably too light today. So that's nice.

Also, I have too much going on my personal life to really work this week, I think. Staying with my dad tonight and tomorrow, the funeral Wednesday, an appointment with my mom on Friday... Oy vey.

All sympathies, Consuela and family.

And hoping Emmett is feeling better this morning.

The board came up as soon as I clicked on "read new". Y'all just lack the fabulosity required to get it going on a Monday.

In other, truer, news, I have a headache like a mofo and want to cry. No mofos on Mondays!

Consuela, you and your family are in my thoughts today.

Mondays suck enough without headaches. Not right.

Poor Emmett. BTDT, except it was totally beer or Boone's Farm cheap wine when I was his age. I drank enough beer before I turned 21 that it lasted me a lifetime. I have likely only had 3 beers in the last few decades, and that was when there was no other option at outdoor hot events.

And hoping Emmett is feeling better this morning.

He was! He was up and around by yesterday afternoon. We took a long walk to get some air and sunshine and set his circadian rhythms, and the whole family went to bed by 9pm.

The first time I got drunk was at a party in our dorm. (Drinking age was 18 in WI then, so the party was university-sanctioned.) Since I'd never been drunk before, I couldn't tell how wasted I was getting. Plus this cute woman kept refilling my beer glass before I'd finished, so I lost count of how much I'd had.

I was still dating my high school girlfriend at the time (she was a senior in high school). When she found out about me getting drunk, she tried to get a group together to beat me up when I got back home. (This was the same woman who used to get mad at me for not drinking in high school.)