Breaking wind a lot
I wish it wasn't stinky
Dang, those beans were good
figmo,
"TMI Haiku"
Daphne Eftychia Arthur, guitarist+. Jan. 28th, 2004.
Breaking wind a lot
I wish it wasn't stinky
Dang, those beans were good
figmo,
"TMI Haiku"
A not-so-good day. Doorbell woke me up (mostly a good thing, as it was UPS ... the "Emergency Conditions Beyond UPS Control" turned out to be "the office decided the roads were too dangerous and called everybody back". Good call, but I'm not so sure about the phrasing on the tracking page. The roads were passable (most of the day), so it was management's discretion to recall the drivers, not "beyond UPS' control". If they'd said, "Delayed due to adverse weather" or something like that, it'd be right. As it is, I got my package, I agree with the decision to get the trucks off the road (I'm told the danger of Baltimore's roads yesterday made the (radio) news in Chicago), and my one remaining complaint is terribly nitpicky even to my own ears. ... And I've just lost track of the opening parenthesis, which 'vim' will point out to me in a moment...)
Where was I? Right: the doorbell woke me and I've been feeling
terribly off-kilter ever since; I tried to nap but failed, and now
it's about time to try to get ready for rehearsal despite feeling
like I'm about to fall over. (We've got a gig this weekend to
prepare for.) [Edit -- 19:25: I neve heard the phone ring but
I eventually heard the beeping for the call I missed from John after
I saw his email -- side streets in suburbia are still bad enough that
he's cancelled rehearsal. This is good because I feel like crap and
still have things to do at home, despite being suboptimal gig-prep-wise.]
While trying to convince myself I feel well enough,
here's one of those LJ-memes: