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Ow, my ass!
Apr. 18th, 2004 07:50 pmWell, today sure turned around and bit me on the ass. It's a stunningly gorgeous day, hovering near 80 and full of breezes and sunshine, and Kendra and I were going to be home together in the evening for the first time since Tuesday. I was going to read The Confusion on the porch swing that sits on our lawn while drinking a black cherry IBC; I was going to go for a walk with Kendra, possibly for ice cream; I was going to practice my guitar in the park; I was going to watch that episode of 24 that our Commander-in-Chimp preempted; Kendra was going to cook a Thai bamboo-pork dish; I was going to do some writing and work on a few mix CDs.
But the park had a band in the half-shell, pumping five hours of bass-heavy reggae up the hill and through my apartment; I attempted to pettily signal my displeasure to the band by setting off one of the shrieking firecrackers I have in my possession, and got a 2nd-degree magnesium burn on my middle finger when I lit the fuse; my lower back is aching for reasons unknown; Diana called to say my boss couldn't work tonight, and to ask if I could come in to work for him. (His two-year-old needed to go to the hospital, so I can't fault him, but a) it sounded like a minor tummy problem, and b) the child's mother wasn't doing anything tonight. Grr. I do hope she's feeling better, though.)
So I'm here at work, with a sore back and blistered finger. I'm on edge because the sound in Goodbye Lenin cuts out from time to time, possibly because the sound card is faulty, possibly because the cuing system is sending a spurious signal to the trigger, possibly because the power supply is getting tripped and reset somehow. Whatever it is, I need to be ready to sprint up to the booth on a moment's notice.
I'm making the best of it by stepping outside whenever I can; in addition to the warmth, the endless parade of college girls enjoying the hot weather via their choice of outfit does a lot to cheer me up. And my boss will work for me tomorrow night, which is decent of him. But I sure was looking forward to spending tonight home with Kendra.
But the park had a band in the half-shell, pumping five hours of bass-heavy reggae up the hill and through my apartment; I attempted to pettily signal my displeasure to the band by setting off one of the shrieking firecrackers I have in my possession, and got a 2nd-degree magnesium burn on my middle finger when I lit the fuse; my lower back is aching for reasons unknown; Diana called to say my boss couldn't work tonight, and to ask if I could come in to work for him. (His two-year-old needed to go to the hospital, so I can't fault him, but a) it sounded like a minor tummy problem, and b) the child's mother wasn't doing anything tonight. Grr. I do hope she's feeling better, though.)
So I'm here at work, with a sore back and blistered finger. I'm on edge because the sound in Goodbye Lenin cuts out from time to time, possibly because the sound card is faulty, possibly because the cuing system is sending a spurious signal to the trigger, possibly because the power supply is getting tripped and reset somehow. Whatever it is, I need to be ready to sprint up to the booth on a moment's notice.
I'm making the best of it by stepping outside whenever I can; in addition to the warmth, the endless parade of college girls enjoying the hot weather via their choice of outfit does a lot to cheer me up. And my boss will work for me tomorrow night, which is decent of him. But I sure was looking forward to spending tonight home with Kendra.
