Today I was busy, not busy, busy, not busy, BUSY, not busy. One of those days. Everything–do it now. Then wait. THEN MORE. then wait. I stayed late to finish up some travel for an upcoming event. Continental Airlines is starting to get jumpy about scheduling connecting flights in and out of Houston (wonder why?)
I thought my aunt was in Seattle, but looks like she is boarding up and evacuating from Houston. I can’t even imagine what this must be like. People are probably scared shitless and here we sit, nice and dry in Chicago. Well, not so dry–we are getting the first serious thunderstorms of the fall. It is wonderful.
We have this system of getting help from IT. I’ve decided that it is better to make them laugh than to cringe, cause I have to get a lot of help from IT. So today the subject line of my email was, “Attack of the Stupids!!!” In my email I blamed DayQuil for the stupid attack I had and begged them for help so I could, “Save face.” Cause that is why we call IT, isn’t it? To save our collective digital asses.
Then I raced home on the bus, which I’m trying after a RedEye article named the 147 as the best bus in Chicago. That goes to my hood, I’ll try it. It is nice to drive along the lake, but the conversation going on behind me was so painful. I wanted to gouge my ears out or rip their voiceboxes out. The guy was just trying to start any conversation he could–“People are pretty upset about Fields, huh?” “They say Rita might be worse than Katrina, huh?” “I got one of those applications with ‘service points’ and I called them and said, ‘what’s a service point.’ Cause if I don’t know what it is, I don’t want it.” “Shelly’s going to Hawaii. I think for two weeks.” “You got jury duty, huh?” “They want me to buy a time share! That costs like 20,000 bucks. That’s expensive. If I’m going to Vegas, I’m just gonna find a deal.” “Did you see that guy drove a truck into a bunch of people on the strip in Vegas? I was thinking about going this weekend, you know, use my United miles, but I don’t know.”
At that I wanted to turn around and SCREAM, “YOU WON’T GO TO VEGAS CAUSE SOME GUY HAD A CAR ACCIDENT?!?! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY? PEOPLE HAVE CAR ACCIDENTS EVERYWHERE NOT JUST IN VEGAS.” But I didn’t.
Okay–so Kate Moss is in trouble for snorting cocaine? Fashion houses are dropping her because a model was doing cocaine? A waif thin ‘herion chic’ model did cocaine? We are supposed to be surprised that she did coke? Seriously people–she’s a model. Yes, I realize she is also a mother and being a model isn’t amnesty to do drugs. BUT WE ARE SURPRISED?
And I did a lot of work on my temple’s website. I’ll let you know when the unveiling is. Now I need some NyQuil and to curl up with a box of Kleenex.
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