lauralh | to my own head

I've been having mild headaches since the most extreme symptoms of my disease abated. I think it's because I stopped taking sudafed. Oh the irony. Last night I tried to use a small amount of coffee to fix this, but it didn't work, and this morning I knocked over the coffee cup that was still next to my keyboard. I hope the keyboard works later, but right now the backspace and T and P aren't working properly. I do have another one but it's not as nice.

Anyway the headache made me want to lay around doing nothing, but that was slightly boring, so Reg and I watched Righteous Kill, which was not just a waste of 2 hours. I like me some dumb action movies, but dumb thrillers are a little less bearable. I don't know what the hell Pacino and DeNiro were thinking. The script itself was cheesy but could have gone somewhere under the hands of a capable director, which this guy really wasn't. I can't think he said more than "OK, you be an asshole, and you be cool" to Bobby and Al. I mean they did it quite well, and Pacino nailed some of the cheesiest terrible lines with aplomb and sincerity, but they alone could not save this cinematic travesty.