my cold got a shit ton worse just in time for the weekend. well granted staying up late playing munchkin and drinking didn't help much but saturday I ran a fever. so i've been in bed since then. finished angel season 5 and re-watched Veronica Mars 1 and began Six Feet Under 3. also, re-read the Transmet run. we have had people over between bouts of unconsciousness at least. watched Memento both backwards and forwards, and House of Yes, which Reg had never seen and is a lot better than I remember. edit: also we saw the weirdest japanese movie called Samurai Fiction which everyone should watch if they want to be happy.
at the moment I have a pimple inside my nose, which is SO GREAT when you have to press it to blow. i packed it with ice and that made me feel less like i was in hell.
at the moment I have a pimple inside my nose, which is SO GREAT when you have to press it to blow. i packed it with ice and that made me feel less like i was in hell.
it tastes like jackhammers
Dec. 2nd, 2004 09:03 ami got a fucking crick in my neck tuesday morning, and it's still kinda hurty, and it's magnified into WAKE UP HEADACHE. So I took a cocktail of tylenol and advil and am about to get a caffeinated beverage. We'll see if that helps. It was so bad that when I took off my hat, the pressure release was like, WOW POUNDING. Like after you've held a puppy down and let it go and it bounces off the walls.
reg and I watched some ATHF last night, cos we're losers like that. I then read fight club again, cos you never can just get one. I also read The 13 Clocks by James Thurber, which is totally my favorite fairy tale thingy ever.
after re-watching the SFU season 2 finale - I mean, yesterday, that time frame - I felt apathy. But not the apathy I have been feeling lately, not the grey sludge resembling Victorian orphan's breakfast. Just normal emptiness-post-catharsis. but it was kind of weird and annoying. So I ate a salad.
reg and I watched some ATHF last night, cos we're losers like that. I then read fight club again, cos you never can just get one. I also read The 13 Clocks by James Thurber, which is totally my favorite fairy tale thingy ever.
after re-watching the SFU season 2 finale - I mean, yesterday, that time frame - I felt apathy. But not the apathy I have been feeling lately, not the grey sludge resembling Victorian orphan's breakfast. Just normal emptiness-post-catharsis. but it was kind of weird and annoying. So I ate a salad.