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The dentist must've been brutal: Tina is in bed, half-stoned and very sleepy, thanks to the painkiller her boss gave her. What a cool boss. Hopefully the nerves in the left side of Tina's face will be fully restored by morning.
Meanwhile, I'm awake and sipping Maker's Mark. I shouldn't be. This morning I felt like my head had been submerged underwater for about seven hours. Sinus Pressure, whew! Cold weather is wonderful because it's crisp and somehow feels cleaner and better, but I'm a gigantic whimp, you see; dramatic weather change equals a seismic shift in my body, and my sinus cavities spring a terrible, irreversible leak. Oh well. Whiskey may not make it better, but it makes me feel drunk, which is indeed better. Is it not?
So I spent money today. I shouldn't have. I was wandering around Laser's Edge in Homewood and found the new Fall album, which I can't resist. The music press is semi-critical of it, which is plain stupid. Let them suck the nostalgic cock of long-gone former greats (as of late, the Stones and McCartney); I'll spread my legs for The Fall any night of the week instead. I also purchased Calvin Johnson's new album. It's weird, even for him, but I really, really love it.
Other stuff: I've been offered a job at Best Buy. Basically, from what I understand, I'd be the guy who recommends music to people. Sounds terribly easy, and I guess I'm pretty well suited for it; but I have to wait and see what hours they have available and what they're willing to pay. If only my boss at the Booksmith weren't such a basket case I'd refuse to even consider switching jobs, but as Tina said to me tonight, it's OK to put yourself first every now and then. I am, after all, pretty unhappy at the book store and I guess even shitheads like me are due a good day or two.
Meanwhile, I'm awake and sipping Maker's Mark. I shouldn't be. This morning I felt like my head had been submerged underwater for about seven hours. Sinus Pressure, whew! Cold weather is wonderful because it's crisp and somehow feels cleaner and better, but I'm a gigantic whimp, you see; dramatic weather change equals a seismic shift in my body, and my sinus cavities spring a terrible, irreversible leak. Oh well. Whiskey may not make it better, but it makes me feel drunk, which is indeed better. Is it not?
So I spent money today. I shouldn't have. I was wandering around Laser's Edge in Homewood and found the new Fall album, which I can't resist. The music press is semi-critical of it, which is plain stupid. Let them suck the nostalgic cock of long-gone former greats (as of late, the Stones and McCartney); I'll spread my legs for The Fall any night of the week instead. I also purchased Calvin Johnson's new album. It's weird, even for him, but I really, really love it.
Other stuff: I've been offered a job at Best Buy. Basically, from what I understand, I'd be the guy who recommends music to people. Sounds terribly easy, and I guess I'm pretty well suited for it; but I have to wait and see what hours they have available and what they're willing to pay. If only my boss at the Booksmith weren't such a basket case I'd refuse to even consider switching jobs, but as Tina said to me tonight, it's OK to put yourself first every now and then. I am, after all, pretty unhappy at the book store and I guess even shitheads like me are due a good day or two.