Remember a few months ago when I had to duck out of jury duty on account of school? Well, I'm reporting in again tomorrow morning, and it's only due to a fluke second-check on my part that I realized that I'm not supposed to go to the same place. Instead of reporting to the lovely new civil and family court I went to last time, I have the dubious honor of reporting to the criminal court, which I have occasionally referred to as the Ugliest Building in Brooklyn. That picture doesn't do justice to its hideousness (though I have a soft spot for the entryway). Well, now I'll get a chance to see what that brutalist blight looks like on the inside. I might even bump into Biscuit there.

And I might get a chance to send someone to the stake, after all. Burn the witches! Burn the witches!