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24th February, 2008. 10:00 pm. Where it's sore

Well, I survived smashing my head against concrete, petit jury selection, a rabid raccoon in Lyndhurst, and four to six inches of snow last week. Who says life isn't fun?

I responded to the summons for jury duty on Wednesday, hoping that the wound on my scalp wasn't too visible through my short hair. I can imagine other potential jurors thinking I was a defendant in the wrong room... It's somewhat disappointing that so many people react to the idea of jury duty with thoughts of how to get out of it. I sat in one courtroom behind two yentas who kept whining about what they could say to be excused. Citizens of a democracy should be as willing to perform their civic duties as they are to accept their rights under that form of government.

I was really hoping that one of the two morons whose phones rang in the courtroom would get charged with contempt of court, but the officer was nicer than I am, I guess. OK, I can almost excuse the first person for maybe forgetting or overlooking it, but after the first one was reprimanded and the officer verbally reminded everyone that phones should be off, the second idiot should have checked. Grrr. Anyway, after I was released, not having been selected to serve, I came home to find a message from the township about a rabid raccoon having been captured in my area. Guess I missed out on some of the fun...

I'd borrowed the company van Thursday evening, figuring I could get home earlier than usual, and then drive in on Friday morning before the weather made the roads too treacherous. I misjudged. When I awoke at 4:15, there was already nearly two inches of snow on the ground, and even though I left home at 5:45, it still took me almost twice as long to get to work (45 minutes) as it would have normally. Route 17 was a mess, and almost no one was driving above 30 MPH. No one could. I did make it to work safely if slowly, and getting there early gave me the opportunity to catch up on some stuff.

Having watched the first four episodes of "Firefly" previously (if you count parts one and two of the pilot as separate episodes), I decided to watch the next four this weekend, two on Friday night and two on Saturday. What an enjoyable show. Kaylee is so cute, and Jayne is hilariously obtuse. Not that I'd say that to his face... I can see why a cult has built up around "Firefly."

L.C. was happy to see me return from my parents' this evening, until I plugged in the guitar and cranked it. I guess he's not used to loud music... Heh. Still, I haven't been playing very much lately, and I need to. My new friend Margarita (who I didn't go see yesterday, too much to do) is pushing me to perform at Banjo Jim's open mic myself, and it would probably be a good way to ease myself into playing for others. I really need to rehearse again, though. Even if the cat doesn't like it...

Current mood: indescribable.
Current music: "Better" by Spektor, Regina.

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