the sickie update
Nov. 29th, 2003 02:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauralhWell, I don't feel all that bad, didn't feel too bad yesterday, but I stayed in and was a good duck. Mainly I talked on the phone till after ten, which is about when I should have started thinking about going out. While I did think about it, I felt the more appealing option was to take something to sleep and do so. So I read Midnight's Children (still not quite done with that) till I lost consciousness. And I slept fairly badly, woke up every couple hours to cough, but what are you going to do? I wish I had the ability to sleep sitting up, it would be so much easier on my lungs. But the fluid just sort of piles up and flows up my trachea till I'm close to not being able to breathe, and I wake up and attempt to expectorate. But, I went to bed early enough that I "slept" for close to twelve hours. Probably only slept ten hours, but that's good.
Yesterday I finally saw the beginning of Real Women Have Curves. Since it premiered on HBO a few months ago, I'd watched the last half hour, then the previous half hour, and finally saw the first half hour. So um, yeah. I don't know. It's not bad but the characters are amazingly annoying and cruel to each other. Although the "love interest" was incredibly hot, in the um 18-year-old boy sense. But I'm five-three and can pass for sixteen, so I can say that shit.
What else, I fell asleep watching Batman Forever which I personally think was underrated. I mean, first of all, Val Kilmer. Second of all, since the romantic lead was a shrink (and one of the villains could read minds sorta), they actually got a little into the underpinnings of The Bat. Now I don't like a lot of philosophy and shit in my movies - Waking Life I could never watch again - but a little is nice. And finally it has my favorite line ever, because I am a huge dork: "It keeps me safe when I'm jogging at night." I guess this came out just about when people were starting to tire of Jim Carrey, but me, I just can't. Well, I can't watch The Mask anymore, but that's because of my sister.*
I caught the end of Mighty Aphrodite and then the end of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. And also the end of the Rich Kids documentary. Well, they're probably close to my age now, but you know. It wasn't really good, but like the Ron Jeremy doc, the subject matter was so interesting that I didn't care. I have a real weird thing about rich people. I mean technically I hate them, but more, I want to be them so badly. My roommate and I at Duke often had this conversation. We tried to befriend the rich kids there, but no one we knew was oh-so-rich that it made up for lack of personality. They were just bland upper class kids who agreed with everything their parents did and spent their allowance on booze. Also they were overachievers who couldn't think outside the box. Maybe if they were super-rich - well, then perhaps they wouldn't be at Duke. So we had too much taste and paid the price.
I've been drinking a lot of tea. My throat is raw but not sore, just from coughing. I'm sucking down cough drops and I just took a 12-hour sudafed. With that, I figured I shouldn't have real tea, so I had some ginger tea instead, with extra lemon. That was nice, but I still felt a little woozy. So I busted out the chai I bought yesterday. Spicey spicey, oh-so-good. I pretty much used to spend my Saturday mornings back in North Carolina checking email and sipping fresh-brewed chai. Maybe a slice of toast or two. Today I had eggs with sausage and bell peppers and onions, which is probably helping to ease the stimulants through my system slowly. Which is probably for the better.
Yesterday I finally saw the beginning of Real Women Have Curves. Since it premiered on HBO a few months ago, I'd watched the last half hour, then the previous half hour, and finally saw the first half hour. So um, yeah. I don't know. It's not bad but the characters are amazingly annoying and cruel to each other. Although the "love interest" was incredibly hot, in the um 18-year-old boy sense. But I'm five-three and can pass for sixteen, so I can say that shit.
What else, I fell asleep watching Batman Forever which I personally think was underrated. I mean, first of all, Val Kilmer. Second of all, since the romantic lead was a shrink (and one of the villains could read minds sorta), they actually got a little into the underpinnings of The Bat. Now I don't like a lot of philosophy and shit in my movies - Waking Life I could never watch again - but a little is nice. And finally it has my favorite line ever, because I am a huge dork: "It keeps me safe when I'm jogging at night." I guess this came out just about when people were starting to tire of Jim Carrey, but me, I just can't. Well, I can't watch The Mask anymore, but that's because of my sister.*
I caught the end of Mighty Aphrodite and then the end of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. And also the end of the Rich Kids documentary. Well, they're probably close to my age now, but you know. It wasn't really good, but like the Ron Jeremy doc, the subject matter was so interesting that I didn't care. I have a real weird thing about rich people. I mean technically I hate them, but more, I want to be them so badly. My roommate and I at Duke often had this conversation. We tried to befriend the rich kids there, but no one we knew was oh-so-rich that it made up for lack of personality. They were just bland upper class kids who agreed with everything their parents did and spent their allowance on booze. Also they were overachievers who couldn't think outside the box. Maybe if they were super-rich - well, then perhaps they wouldn't be at Duke. So we had too much taste and paid the price.
I've been drinking a lot of tea. My throat is raw but not sore, just from coughing. I'm sucking down cough drops and I just took a 12-hour sudafed. With that, I figured I shouldn't have real tea, so I had some ginger tea instead, with extra lemon. That was nice, but I still felt a little woozy. So I busted out the chai I bought yesterday. Spicey spicey, oh-so-good. I pretty much used to spend my Saturday mornings back in North Carolina checking email and sipping fresh-brewed chai. Maybe a slice of toast or two. Today I had eggs with sausage and bell peppers and onions, which is probably helping to ease the stimulants through my system slowly. Which is probably for the better.
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Date: 2003-11-29 03:13 pm (UTC)i also am having the sorethroatness. i like Ricola cough drops best.
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Date: 2003-11-30 01:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-30 09:58 am (UTC)