After completing the requisite paperwork, I made my way through today's mental to-do list, as follows:
- Write down today's to-do list. (Check.)
- Write my birthday thank-you notes. (Check.)
- Call Cox, Verizon, SDGE, etc. and sort some things out. (Check.)
- Finish the February New Yorker that I've been carrying around for three weeks without opening. (Check.)
- Take a picture of my reading materials with my cell phone. (Check.)
- Read more of "31 Days." (Check.)
- Eat lunch. (Check.)
Bonus: I ran into Luko at the food court. He's actually a juror, on a criminal federal case that he can't talk about. (Naturally.)
- Hit downtown Borders and spend birthday gift cards. (Check.)
- Return to the juror's lounge by 1:30 p.m. (Check.)
- Hear my name called to a courtroom for voir dire, and get selected for a one-week trial. (Damn.)
The sad bit is that I really, really want to serve on a jury. I'm curious. It's not just that I've seen way too much Law & Order. I majored in political science, history, and sociology, dammit. God help me, but if I were ever a defendant, I'd want a jury of folks who were interested and not just the ones who were there because they weren't smart enough to get out of it.
Even if I set all of that aside, it was the third time I was invited to the ball, but I still haven't been asked to dance.