the everyday adventures of sabrina

now is the time on “sprockets” when we sing the praises of cabernet sauvignon, books about dirty tricks brigades, and my favorite pink floyd album.

i’m not drunk if i can still operate vi. (emacs? please. practically wysiwyg!) of course, operating vi may be considered after all this time merely a reflex, and not a skill, and therefore not an accurate gauge of drunkeness—

—but i really feel that my ability to still spell ‘gauge’⁰ and type out — must count for something! i mean, ampersands are hard! plus, i still have to chmod 644 this sucker!

oh, also — it’s time for another $2 martini night run; i really feel the need for booze and delicious baked brie. strega nona, this wednesday, anyone? email me or text me if you’re in. just remember, if you’re not in, i’ll be alone at the bar with my blue-cheese olive dirty vodka martinis and that will be SAD, even if the bartender is a cutie-pie and gives me extra olives gratis!

who was born in a house full of pain
who was trained not to spit in the fan
who was told what to do by the man
who was broken by trained personnel
who was fitted with collar and chain
who was given a pat on the back
who was breaking away from the pack
who was only a stranger at home
who was ground down in the end
who was found dead on the phone
who was dragged down by the stone.

— 
0 – not “gage,” love; “gage” is for those who are too lazy to remember the “u”!

day five of … sitting at home, ill. BORED NOW. have rewired the stereo system, already completed major bookshelf overhaul, hung up a picture, and am tired of television, the intarwebs, and reading.

on the bright side, i seem to be able to talk and even sing today, if badly, off-key and ridiculously nasal (and i miss all the higher notes, just because i can’t make those sounds at all apparently — it’s a bit weird really, trying and having nothing come out. nonetheless, anyone who’s capable of making me really, really angry will be gratified to learn that i will be incapable of using my usual shrill voice to express my sentiments. sad!). plus, most of the time, now, trying to take a deep breath doesn’t even trigger a really rotten-sounding cough, wherein my lungs attempt to exit my body via the trachea. so that’s a plus. no, now the cough just sort of lies in wait for me to be unprepared. still, a change is welcome, if nothing else.

i have high hopes for returning to work tomorrow. which is really too bad, because we’re completely overstaffed and ahead of schedule on everything, so i’m sure that my having been out of the office since last thursday has had absolutely no effect on anything at all.

apparently, my apartment building has a PA system in the hallways. i discovered this as, while i was sorting laundry this fine evening, i heard a broadcast of some sort in the hallway. assuming it was a security person’s unusually loud walkie-talkie, i wandered over to the door and peeked out; upon seeing nothing, i opened the door to listen in.

“the fire has been put out. you can stay in your apartments.”

well. i suppose it’s good to know they don’t set off the fire alarms and sprinklers until they at least give putting it out the old college try.

odd. very odd.

i suppose, if nothing else, the relentless attack of the realtors who are trying to sell my apartment unit are at least useful in terms of preventing me from letting my apartment sink back into its usual state of loosely organized clutter, as i’m far too proud to let strangers see my apartment when it’s messy.

i still don’t like it, though, random strangers looking around my house. frankly, considering that my lease isn’t up until april you’d think i’d have a bit more time before they’d go all show-crazy. it’s a bit like rubbing it in that they’re kicking out us lowly renters.

ah well, $147k is too much to pay for a place where the a/c can’t even get the room temp below 80°F in summer. y’all are welcome to it. just don’t poke through my shit or steal nothin’.