How perfect was it this morning when I was singing a song in my head before I got into my car and plugged in the iPod and listened to the rest of Massive Attack's Group Four and thought "I wish I could hear The Nipplegong next" and then have that song come on next? What are the odds, given that my iPod holds about 6 to 8 GB of mp3s and I have it on shuffle? I mean, all those songs and it could have given me Jewel's Intuition (some random remix).
If only I knew then what I know now, that everything is conspiring against this event tomorrow. All of the big copy machines are down. All. We have 270 programs to copy. Production took the day off and didn't print our signs - signs I reminded them about on Wednesday and gave them paperwork for (into the project manager's very hands) well in advance. The City Paper printed our ad fine and also featured the film in the City Lights section with no problems. But under showtimes? They printed the wrong time.
How bad is it that the cafe downstairs just started selling gelato in 12 yummy flavors this week and I just found out about this today?
How sad is it that I can feel that back muscle getting hurty again? It must be stress related. I have a headache, too. I wish I could go home on time, but I can't.
( 03:38 EH | o! frabjous joy! )