Music makes life bearable. I went home early from work yesterday ,turned up the volume to an un-neighborly level, changed clothes and bounced around my apartment like a manic monkey. London's Calling! Jump up and down!
Then I plugged in my guitar and felt even better. I hurt my thumb a few weeks ago and haven't been able to play at all, which has been driving me (even more) insane. Played for a long time. So long that I missed the the midnight beer-sales deadline.
Wound up drinking those wine coolers that've been sitting in the back of my fridge since my last date, which I think was around 1989.
Bad idea.
This damncube is a bad place to be hung-over.
I wish I could bring my guitar to work. Next weekend I will, since I'm the only person in the entire office and I literally have nothing at all to do except wait for the phone to ring.
It never does.
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One of the best things about my new apartment is that my roommate runs strummernews which means I now have access to one of the largest Clash and Joe Strummer related music, magazines and book collections in the world.
And regarding beer at work, at my old job I used to bring a coffee mug with more Bailey's than coffee to my damn cube and I found that helped immensely.
That's really cool. I followed that link from your site. When Joe died, NPR played a song he had written in memory of Johnny Cash. I had to pull over to the road-side and just sit for a while. A long, long time.
Kudos to the roomie and a toast to Joe!
Cheers!
I know all about the thermos, but I am more afraid of the drive home than I am of getting caught at work. I'm getting laid-off any day now anyway. Looking for a job really sucks, but you already know that.
A Bloody Mary would be awesome right now, if only this job didn't involve driving...
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