today is the sort of day that can only have its pain mitigated by staring vengefully at the iTunes Music Store, and clicking on items in your cart as though they have personally offended you.
damn you, steve jobs, for making it so easy to spend money. would you believe i was actually in a good mood when i first got to the office this morning? that was before the COMMENCEMENT OF THE STUPID.my head hurts. it probably would have been advisable to have had some form of food yesterday evening, in addition to all the booze. oh, i stole a couple of popcorn shrimp things off larry’s appetizer platter, but, you know, an actual sandwich would probably have been helpful.
yes, niqui sang. always in the company of her loyal friends so she didn’t have to embarass herself alone. “It’s the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine),” the presidents of the USA’s “Peaches,” destiny’s child “Independant Woman,” (which it turns out is harder to sing if all you know is elbow’s cover of that) and “Don’t Stop Believing.” dan missed niqui singing the journey. i was very disappointed by that. also by the jackass in the crowd who yelled “White Sox suck!” hey, man, i didn’t shout insults when they started playing cubs songs to promote some opening day tickets they were giving away, even though technically speaking the white sox pretty much don’t suck and the cubs pretty much do. my head hurts a lot this morning.listening to the subwoofer neighbor play pachelbel’s canon in D.
i do like that song. i also like the fresh sourdough bread i just finished baking. mmmmmm. and there’s coffee too. this morning just might be perfect.
hey michael: remember about five or six years ago when i said something about how i was curious if telegrams could still be sent, and you sent me a telegram in response?
The world’s first telegram was sent on May 24, 1844 by inventor Samuel Morse. The message, “What hath God wrought,” was transmitted from Washington to Baltimore.
no more telegrams for us!, as Western Union have terminated the service as of 27 january.
sad. :(
