of course I'm having no luck finding either the ACC or SEC tournaments on my cable system. and if I can't watch basketball, what good is it being home? (lots of good)
oh yeah, and I'm having bad dreams.
I'm back to work (I interrupt folks' "welcome backs" with "it's just one day, it's just one day") and obviously big bosses are in town because I'm covering the phone of one of their assistants.
I'm talking with an older gentleman, unsteady in his speech AND on a cell phone. he gives me names, but changes them (Ingrid Florenstein becomes Hildegard Sorenstam and the like), he gives me phone numbers but they don't have enough, or have too many, digits. like 434-956-637. and when I ask him to repeat, it's of course my fault.
but I do hear him clearly when he says, "you're really serious about your job, aren't you?" in a completely sarcastic voice.
but otherwise . . .
I'm really fine with the market, taxes (and laundry) can be pushed off until another day, and I'm pretty sure I'd rather be at home watching basketball than doing the SXSW thing. I'm not so good amongst crowds and Harvilla's already written that R.E.M. wasn't so good.
actually he said that "the dudes are looking a bit peaked. Wearied. Old, is what I'm saying."
of course Harvilla's still a young whipper-snapper, still shy of 30 while I'm, well, I think I graduated high school the same year as Michael Stipe.
yipes!!! (only because it rhymes)
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