the everyday adventures of sabrina

today: beer with someone, then beer and a movie with someone else
tomorrow: sleep late in preparation for !! SOCIAL WHIRLWIND !!, which concludes with a 12:30 show … from which i will go back to work so that i can do some work on a server in the maintenance window.

that last part kinda sucks. but the rest is alright.

reorg: yes. opinions: eh. no change for me on a daily basis, at least that i can see. dunno how this affects the one year rule, yet.

need to clean my house. i started cleaning it the other day, you see, and since i started with a closet reorganization (harbinger of things to come?! WHO KNOWS!), i ended up only making my main living area messier (although the hall closet is now simply delightful!). also, my television died. it was an inherited television, donated to me from bingo and whirl because they were going to get rid of it because it was acting funky. it served me well, mainly because i don’t watch all that much tv and so i didn’t mind it having to warm up for 15 minutes before it would show you a picture. (hey, how old school is that?) but one day last week it was just unwatchable, breaking into static constantly, and i was sitting there trying to watch a show, which i ended up pausing every time the static broke out, and it took me like 70 minutes to get through a 43-minute program. then it was okay for a while and then sunday it did it again, so i decided, okay, this tv has finally gone to the great recyclery in the sky. fortunately, i still have my eensy-weensy 13″ teevee — which was in my hall closet, thus prompting the closet cleaning — and again, since i just don’t watch all that much teevee i don’t care so much that it’s eensy-weensy (although it was kind of nice to have a larger screen, when the wonky teevee was working).

unfortunately, as i have no idea how one disposes of a dead television set in an environmentally friendly way, the dead teevee is currently sitting on the floor in front of my DVD/CD racks, with some laundry piled on it. 311 told me to call my ward supervisor. ward supervisor? now that must be a fun job. oh well. i’ve been meaning to call my alderman lately anyways, because i’m so damn sick of the roosevelt-columbus intersection, and people going straight from the right-hand right-turn-only lane (and nearly causing accidents with people turning right from the middle right-turn-or-straight lane). i hate that intersection, and i hate the jackasses that ignore the right-turn-onlyness of that lane.

oh man, now i have a cat purring on my shoulders and i REALLY don’t want to go to work. too bad i don’t really have much choice.

* tang likes to make up words like “rationally equal” which mean something if you break down the words, but on the surface you’re all what the shit is that motherfucker talking about.