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Stumpage Reports
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Tuesday, March 11, 2003 :::
Movin' On Up With the N.C.F.F.
I have about 3 or 4 levels of migraine headaches I could talk about, but I won't. Instead, and this is an intro to my main point, I'll describe the three types of recoveries from migraines that I have:
1) the headache was so bad I had to take some medicine and I pray to God I don't have to be anywhere in the next three hours and my whole day is fucking shot.
2) the headache is just regular bad and I don't take any medicine and sit there and suffer. the headache either goes away or...
3) I reach the point where it is better but still hurts like hell and I gotta go do something.
Today was a 3 and I went into work at the University Archives about 1 PM. I was sitting there trying to dig a rusty staple out of a crumbling stack of financial statements from the 1940s while it felt like a wad of rusty staples was in my forehead trying to give birth.
The front desk guy was listening to the T.V. themes station on Spinner and he started dancing and singing to The Jefferson's theme, "Movin On Up." This guy is kind of obnoxious even when he breathes, I just sat there thinking "I died on I-40 last night and this is hell."
Speaking of I-40...
Last night I drove up to Chapel Hill and met Big Ed and Michaelspasm for dinner at Mama Dip's, where we hoisted glasses of sweet tea in honor of absent friends. They were in town for some indie rock show. To give you an idea of the level of socratic discourse that prevailed that night, here's a quick exchange we had in Harris Teeter. Big Ed's request followed by 'spasm and me's imitation of the hapless clerk:
Big Ed: Where's the chapped lips and diarrhea section?
Michaelspasm: What the hell have you two been doing?
Chavez: Maybe you two can help each other out.
Everyone: Ewwww!
All in all a good time was had by all. I'm amazed the three of us worked together as long as we did without getting fired.
Quote of the Day:
So Roger Chillingworth -- a deformed old figure, with a face that haunted men's memories longer than they liked -- took leave of Hester Prynne, and went stooping away along the earth.
--- Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter, 1849
::: posted by tom at 9:47 PM
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