Rehydrating
What are the chances? That’s today’s question.
What are the chances these fucks will all leave me alone for the next seven hours? Slim to none I bet. I know of at least one thing I’ve avoided for the last two days that will probably pop up to bite me in the ass. No doubt the fucker will wait till around 3:30 to make an issue of it too. What an asshole... even before he does anything!
Last night I did the only thing someone in my situation can do. I drank. More heavily than I even thought. I think my bartender doubled up the vodka in my drinks because I was smashed after only two and ended up downing four. I could barely walk straight when I left Sidetrack. While I was there I bumped into this former friend of Magic Johnson’s and we hung out for a bit shooting the shit. He and I seem to be on the same sardonic level in life. Eventually this muscle daddy he knew wandered over and I helped the two of them hookup.
I stumbled out of there and across the street to Roscoes where George was hanging out with his friend. I hadn’t stepped foot in that place in literally almost a year. It was completely foreign to me inside. And something about the guys my age in that place seems tragic. I bumped into this kid I used to know through Joey and saw all the same old other faces I always see there. I don’t know why, I just really have no interest in that bar.
Nausea set in after leaving. Falling asleep was a race to see what happened first, passing out or vomiting. Morning came too quickly and I had to remind myself the later I stayed in bed, the later I’d have to stay at work. I was so worried about making the El and getting down here at a reasonable time it took almost all the focus off the fact I hate it here and want everyone to die.
On the Red line I saw this cute guy. Mind you, I have seen his face in Boystown for the greater part of ten years. I think he might be the same age as me as I have seen his profile on the various sites before. But, it wasn’t until last weekend when I saw him walking down Broadway with a friend that he smiled at me and did a double take. And again on the train this morning, every time the people standing broke apart for him to see me, he just stared over, and then smiled when he stood up to exit the train.
I finally bought the extended support for my iPod. Looks like I have to wait a week for them to send me something in the mail, then I can finally go get the thing fixed. Let me tell you, having only four gig of music in my pocket feels like poverty. I feel so common. Like I should just have a Discman. Honestly though, I have to say I like my 4G iPod better with it’s bland, black and gray screen than I do the color interface of the Nano and I’ll be sad, partially, if they swap out my old Pod for a newer color one as a solution to my issue.
Call me crazy but I don’t need all that flash (flash as in flare not flash as in memory). I just need the easy navigation and the space. I don’t care about album art and I certainly don’t give two shits about video. So it’s a little chunky and heavy compared to the new ones. So I once judged it for being too small and thought of selling it. All in all, I really bonded with my 20 giger. I’m still sad it’s dead.
It’s now 8:42 and it’s quiet still. I can feel the impending doom of someone looking to ruin my day. It’ll come soon enough. We’re supposed to do a good bye lunch for 500PPG. Personally, I’m bitter she got a new job. If they decide to go to Chinatown again they can count me out. I am still gagging at the thought of the smell of that soup they brought over.
I still never found that spreadsheet I needed yesterday with the printer serial numbers on it. Now I am feeling anxious over that. Fuck this day. Bring on the weekend.
What are the chances these fucks will all leave me alone for the next seven hours? Slim to none I bet. I know of at least one thing I’ve avoided for the last two days that will probably pop up to bite me in the ass. No doubt the fucker will wait till around 3:30 to make an issue of it too. What an asshole... even before he does anything!
Last night I did the only thing someone in my situation can do. I drank. More heavily than I even thought. I think my bartender doubled up the vodka in my drinks because I was smashed after only two and ended up downing four. I could barely walk straight when I left Sidetrack. While I was there I bumped into this former friend of Magic Johnson’s and we hung out for a bit shooting the shit. He and I seem to be on the same sardonic level in life. Eventually this muscle daddy he knew wandered over and I helped the two of them hookup.
I stumbled out of there and across the street to Roscoes where George was hanging out with his friend. I hadn’t stepped foot in that place in literally almost a year. It was completely foreign to me inside. And something about the guys my age in that place seems tragic. I bumped into this kid I used to know through Joey and saw all the same old other faces I always see there. I don’t know why, I just really have no interest in that bar.
Nausea set in after leaving. Falling asleep was a race to see what happened first, passing out or vomiting. Morning came too quickly and I had to remind myself the later I stayed in bed, the later I’d have to stay at work. I was so worried about making the El and getting down here at a reasonable time it took almost all the focus off the fact I hate it here and want everyone to die.
On the Red line I saw this cute guy. Mind you, I have seen his face in Boystown for the greater part of ten years. I think he might be the same age as me as I have seen his profile on the various sites before. But, it wasn’t until last weekend when I saw him walking down Broadway with a friend that he smiled at me and did a double take. And again on the train this morning, every time the people standing broke apart for him to see me, he just stared over, and then smiled when he stood up to exit the train.
I finally bought the extended support for my iPod. Looks like I have to wait a week for them to send me something in the mail, then I can finally go get the thing fixed. Let me tell you, having only four gig of music in my pocket feels like poverty. I feel so common. Like I should just have a Discman. Honestly though, I have to say I like my 4G iPod better with it’s bland, black and gray screen than I do the color interface of the Nano and I’ll be sad, partially, if they swap out my old Pod for a newer color one as a solution to my issue.
Call me crazy but I don’t need all that flash (flash as in flare not flash as in memory). I just need the easy navigation and the space. I don’t care about album art and I certainly don’t give two shits about video. So it’s a little chunky and heavy compared to the new ones. So I once judged it for being too small and thought of selling it. All in all, I really bonded with my 20 giger. I’m still sad it’s dead.
It’s now 8:42 and it’s quiet still. I can feel the impending doom of someone looking to ruin my day. It’ll come soon enough. We’re supposed to do a good bye lunch for 500PPG. Personally, I’m bitter she got a new job. If they decide to go to Chinatown again they can count me out. I am still gagging at the thought of the smell of that soup they brought over.
I still never found that spreadsheet I needed yesterday with the printer serial numbers on it. Now I am feeling anxious over that. Fuck this day. Bring on the weekend.