From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The radio is blaring *I'm Too Sexy* for the tenth time today, masking the frantic clicking of my neighbor’s new IBM ThinkPad next door. Bread hit seventy cents a loaf this morning, and with gas climbing past a buck-sixteen, I’m sweating every dime while people talk about this new "JPEG standard" like it’s going to fix the world. Some poser in a flannel shirt just cut me off, nearly making me drop my pager while I was trying to figure out how this SMS text message thing even works. The city feels loud and expensive, and if I hear that Barney plush toy giggle one more time in the pharmacy line, I might actually lose it.