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08/13/2002 entry: "Summer hates me"

Among various other things this summer that I'm not very happy about, I never thought in a million years that I'd be on jury duty. Not me. I'm not really a citizen, I just live here. I'm still a kid, they can't ask me to sit on a jury. Nuh-uh.

So it's 7:39am and I have to leave in about a half hour or so. I'll be spending, at the most, about 7 and a half hours at the courthouse. I'm only a sub-juror at the moment, and hopefully it'll stay that way. If I don't get called into a courtroom at some point during the day, I get to go home at 4:30, and then that's it. No more. But, chances are, I will get picked to at least be interviewed to be on a jury. And I'll have to go back like every day this week, probably. I hate this so much. I don't want to do this. And no, the prospect of assisting American justice doesn't entice me. Because even if I'm picked to be on a jury, it'd be me and 11 other yahoos. What good would that do?

Basically, I'm being forced to spend the majority of my day in a courthouse in a town I really would rather not be in, supposedly "helping" a government I don't care about, and have no trust in. Fantastic. My jobless, boring, spider infested, depressing summer is finally complete. I think I'm going to flip out.

That's reason enough to send me home. The risk that I very well may freak out and at least scare, if not injure/kill, people in the vicinity.

I wonder if my horoscope says anything about this.