Next week on "My So-called Ass", our heroine is once again forced to deal with idiots asking for cowboy boots. Oh, and there may indeed be booty shaking as well. 2003-03-25 - 11:34 a.m.
Hehehe. I'm not at werk right now. I'm still feeling slightly loogy, but I'm not exactly that sick. I'm not as sick as I tried to sound when I called werk again (I'm so nice) at 7:30 this morning just to make sure they knew I wasn't coming in.
It is amazing what actually staying home and resting will do for you when you're sick. Maybe that's why it seemed like I was usually sick all winter, every winter. It is a well-known fact that hanging out too much, or just, dare I say it, practicing (!), in the basement of the music building leads to the quick and easy spread of germs. So what is the lesson for good little music majors to learn here? Don't practice. ;)
Anyway, last night I finished "High Fidelity". Quite an amazing book. Maybe it's alright if your life does become an episode of "thirtysomething". But only when you're actually thirtysomething. ;)
Actually, I'm at a loss for comparing my life to a TV show. Unless there is a show about a clueless college-educated music major who is living in a boring town and working in the shoe department of her friendly neighborhood Sears store to save up money for grad school? "My So-called Ass"? Not that my life really has anything to do with ass of any kind. Nor is my ass "so-called" in any way, shape, or form. I think that just sounds funny.
Yes. Well anyway, off to go find food, watch stupid movies on digital cable, maybe start reading "Fight Club", and just generally laze about in full werk-skipping glory. Mmmyes.