The shackles of civic duty is becoming more difficult to bare with each passing moment.  I’m alone with my thoughts, actually there’s another 150 people in the room but I don’t care about them because all they do is get in the way of a good story.  Back to me, oh the inhumanity of it all.  Being forced to sit around, do nothing, and just wait. I want my freedom, and I just made a decision to go on a hunger strike until I’m freed. I will only eat if If one of two things happen, and in no particular order.  Firstly, I am dismissed or chosen to be on a jury, which will then permit me to leave so that I can go back to making the world a better place.  Two, we break for lunch.  

12:08pm..Hunger Strike Ends.  My compliments to the chef at Burger King.  The Double Whopper Combo was magnificent.  The recommended beverage pairing? Diet Coke.  Simply superb.  I have been working on my girlish figure some six months now so I have to be mindful of the calorie intake.

A dear sweet elderly lady in jury pool has become the unofficial liaison between the court and the entire jury pool. Her updates are frequent and poignant. She notified us that none of the trials on the court docket this morning required a jury.  So we sit and wait, and then we wait some more.

3:45pm, new update from the unofficial liaison.  She informed us we could be going home shortly. Less than five minutes later the court announced we could leave for the day, but must return tomorrow by no later than 9:30am. Damn, she’s really plugged in.

Until next time,
Cheers.