I ought to be beat, what with all the Pitchfork Music Festival I rocked out to this weekend, camera in hand. Should be so sleepy, having edited all those photos and assembled most into slideshows for my Mister, who was guest blogging on a newspaper colleague’s pop culture site.
Instead, I can’t stay put in the bed, and reading this morning’s newspaper only made me more agitated. Gretchen Morgenson was all over the NYT, with this enlightening story (spells out how the debt rules have changed in America) and this infuriating one (not a damn thing any of us can do about said changed rules).
In the a.m. – the part of morning when the sun is up as opposed to the hours merely after midnight – I’ll be able to rant more about how this bad economy is severely changing my own modest life in ways that feel so terrible and infair. I didn’t speculate on real estate, yet my rent is about to jump to a price I can’t afford anymore. Sat out investing, speculating, all of it, and my job went away. Mister and I have lived so responsibly, yet now we’re pinched, too. Bet the heads of the companies he works for/I worked for are faring much better.
The rules have changed indeed. Also the spoon of Nyquil I downed at 2 a.m. is kicking in, prompting a hasty signoff.
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courtney // July 22, 2008 at 5:15 pm |
Also rocked out at Pitchfork…as a voter registration volunteer. Damn, it was hot. Wish I had known you were there too!
Also enjoyed Gretchen’s debt article.
Nice bloggin’.