I’m a little excited at the prospect of serving on a creepy criminal case despite the fact that it is highly unlikely I will even be selected and even more unlikely that if I was, it would be the type of trial that would satisfy my morbid curiosity about the INSANE things that people do in the heat of passion.

Sigh.

Am I a total nerd because I feel this patriotic responsibility to show up and present myself as the freethinking, open-minded person that I am and NOT make up deliberately racist, sexist, or unreasonable answers that would guarantee my disqualification?

Probably.

But still, it’s not all excitement due to the fact that in typical fashion I have misplaced my official summons so I am not exactly sure about what time I have to show up or where exactly I am going.

I am pretty sure it is at the Daley Center. Hopefully I can get there early and get it all figured out without too much stress or drama.

In other news, the SCORPIO has not ***I REPEAT: HAS NOT*** returned my phone call.

This is disappointing.

Why are people such FAKES?

(props to Oz for inspiring this entry's title)