sunday syndrome - universal sense of dread which sets in around the weeks doldrums, the christian sabbath. i thought i was going to go crazy...i had to get out of the house. a walk seemed appropriate, but the prospect of more sunday introspection without even my home stereo to serve as an ostensible distraction was more than i could bear. what ever had happened to that old walkman? i don't remember having thrown it away. oh, thats right. it broke sometime in 1989 and was lost about three years later- long after i'd forgotten my promise to myself that i would open up the walkman's casing and somehow miraculously diagnose and treat whatever problem existed.
hmmm....to Borders!
i bought a red discman and some headphones. i had brought my new kaito cd, some ida, helium, adult, magnetic fields, liz phair, superdrag, and a sundays record, the last recently discovered after months of exile spent within a rarely-opened Frank Sinatra jewel case...not to be confused with a certain Jewel "Pieces of You" jewel case, which i threw away as an act of closure after being fired from my baskin-robbins job some years before.
i left Borders and walked around for a while enjoying my new setup, which featured some remarkably effective Dynamic Bass Boost technology. something was missing, though. the sun was setting, it was warm outside; a sunday. my records weren't doing it for me. i walked back to borders (the only record store still open at seven) and got it; it being a certain smiths record i'd owned before but lent to someone who proceeded to commandeer it after moving away, and what do you say in that situation? you can't say anything, that's what. i walked around, happier than on most sundays. i sat in the law quad and listened to This Charming Man, then walked to the del rio and had a few beers at my own table in the corner. i wanted to listen to my discman some more but there was a jazz quartet playing. i talked to scott and emily and joe & ryan, who were working. it got to be about nine so i took off, listening to 'There Is A Light That Never Goes Out.' on my way home i decided to stop by the aut bar for one last drink, which was a good idea. the jukeboxes were all unplugged and the crowd was quiet except for the occasional outburst of laughter or hoots of approval, which wasn't as creepy as it sounds because everyone was watching the new episode of the showtime series 'queer as folk.' i'd never seen the american version before, and naturally it sucked. i left, ran into gary who was returning from the protests in DC. good for gary. went home sat down on the couch, long story short....
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welcome to monday