they call it "service," not "duty."

If there's anything worth getting up at 5AM, which I doubt, I can tell you that it isn't jury duty. I know this because I got up at 5AM today to drive to downtown L.A. and be bored to tears. Oh, yeah, and I was terrified about how long it would take me to get there, so I left early...and got there in, like, 15 minutes, making me an hour early. Considering I live in Sunny Southern California, it's really freakin' cold sitting outside a courthouse at 6:30AM.

Kirstie Alley also had jury duty today, so I was legally bound to hang out in a room with her for several hours today. I didn't talk to her or anything, but it was still weird. She was sitting there, with who I think was her personal assistant, looking all flouncy and made-up. And I wore pants with an elastic waistband because I knew I'd be sitting in stiff government-issue chairs all day, which, by the way, I did.

It actually wasn't that bad. I ate lunch in a park with this huge, gorgeous fountain by the music center. I spent all afternoon in a courtroom, hearing all about a case, but they excused me. So, I don't have to go back and miss more work and see random celebrities. Or get up at 5AM. (Instead, I'll get up at 8 and go to work and see random celebrities.) But actually, the judge was really nice and I think, even if I'd gotten chosen, it wouldn't have been all bad. Today probably would've been the worst of it anyway.