I’ve become a prisoner of the Court this summer. The whole experience has been like being hit with a pipe in the back of the head. Of course, I only thought of my excuses after my voir dire. By then it was way too late.
So my summer dance card days are all spoken for this year. Ugh. In a fit of frustration I purchased expensive underwear from Nancymeyer.com, am eating loads of chocolate, and going crazy at Itunes. All of this seems to get out of hand when the jury is required to look at crime scene photos.
My fellow jurors are a great bunch. We spend our wait times snarking on the proceedings, the attorneys, the defendants, witnesses and the judge. Afterall, we are basically chained to the case.
I can’t write more than that.