Thursday, April 23, 2009


f*ck. Conveniently wedged before a book deadline and final grading for the semester. I sued the city this year, which should make me undesirable. Last time I was called, I was juror number 1: Madame foreperson. I spent two weeks listening to a claim about a woman falling into a "fruit cellar," after stating I did not want to be involved in a murder trial.

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