I'll drink to that.

Thanks. It was one of those days that makes you believe that your function in life is to be shit on.

Y'know, I think I could endure a life of dignified hardship, but nonstop tragicomedy like the above wears on you.

I think it's odd how all the shit usually goes down on the same day, rather than over a period of time.

you kidding? Most of my life has been some variation on this theme.

Then why should today be any different? Some exception must be made.

That sucks jonmc. Especially about the literary magazines. How does that happen? Sucky!

The other day I got unbearably tipsy at a daytime lunch, and stayed way too late at a post luncheon drink session. In the parking garage I discovered my battery was dead. I became stuck inside my car. Once I was in, I couldn't get out because everything is electronic. Panicking and sweating in the 100 degree heat, I climbed back to the hatch, freed myself, and waited for my husband to come rescue me. During this fiasco I dialed the wrong number and reached my therapist that was also at the luncheon. (We pretended we didn't know one another.) I apologized for getting the wrong number, but not before I said, "I saw you at the luncheon!" Jesus Christ! What in the blue hell?

Because I left my headlights on and stayed too late my kids missed their baseball practice. Today my battery died again. My sister came to jumpstart my car. The gallon of milk she just bought fell out of the car as she was retrieving her jumper cables. (I couldn't find mine, naturally.) She placed the milk back into the vehicle. Unbeknownst to us milk proceeded to leak all over her trunk.

You're not the only one. This entire week has been one thing after another. Come to think of it, my life pretty much runs like this on a consistent basis, except for a few odd days where I'm not a complete dipshit.

*raises a beer to jon and hopes tomorrow is better*

Heh. Tommorow is our busiest day. I think what sets me apart from a lot of the rank and file employess is that being a good decade older, I'm past the I'm-a-writer/musician/poet/sculptor/trapeze-artist-who-works-in-a-bookstore unloading-boxes phase and realize that I'm just a guy who who works in a bookstore unloading boxes. Whether that'sa healthier poit of view, I'mnot sure.

Somehow i think that may be a good point of view jon. Not sure, mind you.

I also think it's a very healthy point of view, for what's it worth.

jon, you have to get one of those covered insulated coffee mugs. I got one as a freebie from work and it's the best thing. Nothing new, you probably even have one, but they're good for preventing the spillage.

I drink my beer and smoke my hookah to you. Here's to tomorrow being better.

i am oh so slightly tipsy.
There should be a loosely sanctioned area to hide things. In lazier bookstores there always is.

Today when I was out in the yard cutting back some weeds I managed to slice right through the wire going to my headphones. I'm actually surprised it didn't happen much earlier in the summer. As it was - it happened in slow motion while in my head I was screaming, "NOOOOOOOOOO!"

It's okay. There's a reason I use $10 headphones.

And then when I went to Target to try to replace my headphones - I stood at the doors of the store and tried to open them with my car clicker. (And I blame my friend Sara for this because last night on the phone she told me she'd tried to open the fridge with her clicker yesterday.)

fbk, 4 years ago a friend sliced right through her finger while doing yard work. Count yourself lucky.

Sometimes you're the bug. Sometimes you're the windshield. Bug days suck.

arse_hat, I dated a guy who chopped off his big toe with a lawn mower.

And even windshield days aren't all that great...

March-April 1960 issue, which included work by Albert Camus, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Bertolt Brecht, and LeRoi Jones, as well as Edward Albee's first play, The Zoo Story.

That looks like one hell of a cool magazine. Sorry someone bought them all.

I guess the good thing is if they all come at the same time, there's a breather between 'em. That does suck about the magazines, though.

I spent the entire week waiting on a refinance to happen so I could quit freaking out. Got switched to another person who was severely technically impaired. After uploading a zipped file twice to senduit with a 1 day expiration, then sending the 7 MB zipped file over https gmail, none of which she could retrieve, and she didn't know how to unzip it once it got there, I ended up driving in the rain (finally! yay rain!) at 2:30pm on Friday to hand the fucking hardcopies to her in person because Monday is a bank holiday and I didn't want to continue sweating bullets all weekend. She took a cursory look at it and said she thought everything would work at first glance. I'm not sure I believe them until they tell me when my closing date is.

Weirdly, I think I'd still rather endure that than unload vile covered books. Shall we send you a pocket sized purell for the hazards jon?

He still brought me three Curly Wurlys yesterday for a treat, and hasn't minded that all I've managed to have for supper this week is take-out. He's the bestest husband.

jonmc, I will cheerfully and with Christian charity kick your butt if you don't write a book.

I mean it.

"some clipboard-toting fucko"

Love that.

Should I be concerned over Nanci Griffith's having a lyric that says "you'll be the mule/I'll be the plow"? from her Trouble in the Field song off of Lone Star State of Mind?

LoriFLA -- that story was precious.