Today is the day is the day is the DAY, brothers & sisters. Today I am buying myself an iPod. I've never given much of a shit one way or the other about owning an iPod (not a 3 or 4 hundred dollar shit anyway) but suddenly in the last couple of weeks something in my brain changed & now it is all I can think about. Seriously yesterday & today it is like I am doing my normal thing but my internal monologue is more or less thus:
iPod! iPod! iPod! The persnickety copy editor in me hates it when companies get all techno about their punctuation & capitalization, as William Safire also
grumbled about recently, but I love my future iPod so much that I will make an exception & honor Apple's grammatical wishes when writing about it. Which I promise to stop doing sometime soon.
Today is also the day I overslept for work by no less than THREE hours. Sara & I had 2 bottles of very very expensive wine at Diner last nite, followed up by drinks on the house, compliments of the owner, & by the time I made my way home I was properly sauced & I guess I forgot to set my alarm when I went to bed. As soon as I woke up I knew I'd slept in, but when I checked the clock I was shocked to see it was 10:30. It was so ridiculous I just started laughing. My boss laughed too when I called. "Ha ha ha, you're fired," she said. Fortunately she was joking.
Anyway. It's a beautiful day today. Nothing, not even the worrisome implication that my drinking is interfering with my ability to hold a job, can get me down. Tho please don't test me, universe. On the train to work I pretended to read Nancy Mitford's biography of Madame de Pompadour but of course what I was really thinking was
iPod! iPod! iPod!
: 10:43 AM
