I was supposed to report

I was supposed to report for jury duty to the Harris County Courthouse at 8:00 this morning.

At 8:37, I woke up and realized that my bed was not, in fact, anywhere near the Harris County Courthouse. I also realized I felt like I'd been run over by a truck.

Oops.

I had to reschedule jury duty again (I'd originally been scheduled for the week I was home for the wedding), and then had to tell someone that I wouldn't be at work today not because I am an upstanding citizen doing my civic duty, but because I am an idiot who planned far too busy a weekend.

For future reference, I do not recommend leaving Houston at 1:30 a.m., arriving in Dallas at 5:30 a.m., sleeping for one hour, shooting a triathlon in unrelenting heat and sun, leaving Dallas at 11:30 a.m., arriving home at 4:00 p.m., downloading and uploading all your photos, playing a soccer game at 7:00 p.m., getting home at 9:30 p.m., showering, and then inexplicably convincing yourself that you will still be able to get up at 6:30 a.m. to make it to jury duty. This morning I woke up with the worst hangover of my life, and alcohol wasn't even involved.