i did enjoy waiting with snoring juror who, over the course of the two days, never once took off his headphones.
and loud, hard-of-hearing juror who talked and hacked into her cell phone about cots and blankets.
and foreign juror who smiled a lot, kept oiling her wrists and proudly stood whenever they called her name. and business-conducting juror who called his work nothing short of 15 times and then haggled with Verizon about getting a refund for the phone he was talking on.
and pregnant juror who waddled around a lot and went to the bathroom every five minutes.
and gossiping jurors who didn't stop gabbing the entire two days, which confused me because they were strangers.
and annoyed juror who kept coming out from the side room and shaking his head, disgusted.
and boring juror who did not once read or write or occupy her time in any way, shape or form. and stupid juror who played games on his cell phone with the sound ON.
and jester juror who spoke with a Long Island drawl and had two girls in the back giggling for hours.
and important juror who took his role very seriously, read all the hand-outs and probably even took notes.
and confused juror who was always asking around about what was going on.
and frat-boy juror who yawned a lot, looked at his nails a lot and studied every female that walked by.
and then there was me, who read so much my eyes crossed and on the first day took the best nap i've ever taken in public.
so good, in fact, that both of my arms fell asleep.
a stupidly strong cup of gorilla coffee + a crazy crafting buzz + Anthony Bourdain in Tuscany + a stomach that wouldn't stop growling + biscuits and butter + a long, funny chat in the dark + beyond bizarre mini-series of dreams + a car alarm that went off for hours (complete with neighbors yelling out their windows) = broken sleep.