I'm taking the laptop to bed with me and I'm disappearing for ahwlie (or for "awhile" if you prefer the customary spelling of the word "awhile."). You know what clogged drains look like, right, gang? Well my life is becoming a big clogged drain around here. I feel like I can't function.

My writing schedule is backing-up, as they say. And most of it is b/c I still have the ugly specter of a month-long stint of Federal Jury Duty staring me down in the month of January. It is next to impossible for me to figure out what I'm doing until I know for sure if I can somehow wiggle out of that month-long stint. And b/c of that future angst, I can't get anything done in the here and now.

The only good thing that could possibly come from an entire month of jury duty is that I'll get seriously caught up on my reading.

Why the heck is it that I always get tagged for jury duty? No matter where I freakin' live?? The big jury duty tagging stick is always finding me and poking me out from under my cozy shell. I hate jury duty. I know people who would love to be on jury duty but who never, ever, ever get summoned. Meanwhile, I get summoned all the fucking time.

I do know one federal judge around here. But my attemtps to see if he could somehow assist me in weaseling out of my responsible-citizen-commitments to jury duty, only led to him smiling a big smile and saying, "Jury duty? That's great! Be sure to stop in at my office when you're down at the courthouse and say hello!"

okey-dokey, Judge; I sure will do that.

Meanwhile, I'm going back to bed for awhile, gang. See ya.