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Effluvia Rock cocks. I kid you not. Bygone
Days 125 YEARS AGO Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest yesterday took 12 Shelby County convicts to his workhouse on Presidents Island and put them to chopping wood. Gen. Forrest twirled his moustache and laughed an evil laugh as they chopped. Boss Kenny 
"It was hotter than this during the war. God, it was good to be alive then. The guns, the chickens..."
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07/14/2000 Apartment Hunting Okay, quickly now... Since the offer was made (and accepted) I've been switching back and forth between high-octane nervous and full-fledged panic attacks. There's just so much to do. I've been on the phone almost constantly since Tuesday afternoon, working real estate agents and independent owners alike to set up some apartments to look at tomorrow. Hell, I tell you, pure hell. Of course I am excited, too. As I said the other day, this is a dream come true. Dreams, however, don't have this many fucking details. So the Wife and I are throwing it in the convertible once she gets home, puttin' the top down and driving to New Orleans to spend a Saturday of frantic apartment-searching. I'm hoping we can sign a lease tomorrow - if not, I've got one more real estate guy lined up for next weekend. If that doesn't work I'm driving down a week from Tuesday to park my car wherever we may be living and riding the train back. I can always go down earlier if I'm still looking by then. Mind you, if I'm still looking by then a nervous breakdown is almost certain to follow. I left work early today because it just doesn't matter. Apparently, the new boss went drinking with a bunch of the coworkers yesterday. He came in, looked around hungover-ly, and immediately left. Several others followed suit. I went with a couple of my co-conspirators to get coffee and just never went back. I ran errands, met Sonya and Donna for lunch and then came home. I've worked the phone, packed and washed some dishes. The Fearless Nephew will be dog-sitting this weekend, for y'all keeping score. We'll be meeting Kathy (Sonya's boss) and her boyfriend Ward Saturday night; they're vacationing and luckily our paths have crossed. Hopefully we'll have something to celebrate. I predict two things about tomorrow - it will be mercilessly hot and busy. I need a good map. I'll let you know what happened when I get back. |
