I didn’t get to bed until almost 3 this morning, on account of high bullshit, and was awakened before 9 by a godawful caterwauling originating from an unknown source.
It was “music,” and it was loud. At first I thought it was coming from inside our house, which didn’t seem right. Our kids are a little more considerate (afraid I’ll scream at them), plus they have better taste. So, what the hell? The moment my eyes popped open in confusion, I could tell I hadn’t gotten enough sleep. But it was over. There was no turning back now.
“What the hell is that terrible music?!” I asked Toney, after I’d spewed a full day’s worth of profanity in the first five minutes.
“Those roofers behind us,” she said. “Way too loud, right?”
The neighbors are getting a new roof, or somesuch, and the workers were indeed cranking that unfathomably awful racket. It sounded like teenage girl pop, high energy, with a lot of whistling in it. I think I’ve heard it before, in the background on TV or whatever.
“What kind of roofers would listen to shit like that? What is it, Katy Perry or something?”
“Well, whatever. It sucks. A real roofer would listen to Zeppelin. These guys obviously don’t know what they’re doing.”
“The song before this was country. I think they’re playing a country radio station.”
“Country?! If that’s considered country then Hank Williams just died again in hell.”
So… that’s how my day started. I feel like I’m in a fog now, and will probably crash the moment I free-fall into a comfy chair. I had plans today, too. Now I’m going to have to do everything through a heavy gauze of exhaustion. Yes, this is how the weekends generally go for me.
Last weekend I was sick. On Saturday I felt like crap, and by Sunday was completely down and out. I was sprawled on the couch most of the day, in the grip of SARS or something. To illustrate how bad it was: I watched the ENTIRE Emmy Awards. Every minute of it, including the red carpet stuff at the beginning… I’m lucky to be alive.
Then, on Monday, when it was time to go back to work, I was much improved. See how it goes? I work for the weekend, and it gets destroyed somehow. I’m not even kidding. Any idea what that song is? Female singer, disgustingly catchy, shitload of whistling? Help me out, won’t you? If I can identify it, maybe I can also emotionally purge it?
My laptop is now shutting down on its own, at random times. It’s maddening. I’ve done a little reading, and it’s possible that the computer is loaded with dust and is overheating? I mean, the shit is close to ten years old at this point, so it’s certainly possible. So, what do you think about this plan?
Do you think it would do any damage to it if I took it outside, laid it upside down on a towel, and blasted all the vents with the leaf blower? Heh. As soon as I’m done here, I think I’m going to give it a try. I mean, I can barely use it at this point. I’ll be writing, or reading an article, and the whole thing will just power down. It makes me want to slam my head through plate glass.
I’ll keep you updated on what happens after I hit that bastard with a blower-blast. If it sends it to laptop heaven, I’m going to be sad. But I’m desperate. It’s working much better without Google Chrome, but now I’m dealing with this shutdown thing. It’s making me crazy. Hey, maybe I could tie it to the roof of my car and drive to Harrisburg and back? That’s also a possibility. Stay tuned.
I’m going to get a haircut today, as well. I pay $12 at Malcolm’s, a local chain of salons. How much do you pay? And how often do you go? It feels like I’m going every five weeks or so. We tried to go the home clippers route, but I don’t like the results. My kids don’t mind it, but I’m not a fan. Something always feels slightly askew, like I’ve gone full-Corky. Also, how much do you tip at a haircuttery? I tip $5. Is that good? What’s your feelings on this most important of matters?
And I’m going to go now. I’m hooked on these microwave burritos, so I’m going to polish one off. Possibly two. They’re damn good. Oh yeah.
By the way, the picture above came from one of the local papers. What the?
I’ll see you guys again soon.
Have a great weekend!