Here we are.
It is morning. I have slept, I have taken painkillers, I have sworn off being a creature with a spine -- I'd make a cute octopus -- and I have taken a long walk down to the Solano Avenue shops in an effort to stretch myself out (it didn't work terribly well). I dislike being in pain. It irritates me. But we deal with what we have to, in this lifetime, and we're going to go hunting for mattress options today. (Thanks to everyone for their handy suggestions. I'm just mourning the idea of being parted from my beloved couch, after all these precious years together.)
Tonight continues to be slated for dinner with Michael and Amanda, who will get the joy of dealing with me when I hurt, and will doubtless expect me to have more focus than look, a bunny, irregardless of this fact. I consider this a recipe for high comedy.
'The Devil Wears Prada' was a fun movie, if flawed in some essential ways; I continue to adore Anne Hathaway beyond all reason, and what the movie really left me with was a deep-seated urge to watch 'Ella Enchanted'. And 'Drive Me Crazy', but that's another story (and another movie) altogether.
I would feel guiltier about the fact that I'm at Kate and GP's house being vaguely anti-social by being off on the computer, except Kate and GP are also off on the computer -- different machines -- while we all wait for Chris to rise from the eldritch deaths and rejoin the world of the living. Or devour our souls like unto a destructive god, then go on to declare his dominion over all. Whatever works for you. The day will begin when he rises up.
And that, for now, is pretty much all.
Tonight continues to be slated for dinner with Michael and Amanda, who will get the joy of dealing with me when I hurt, and will doubtless expect me to have more focus than look, a bunny, irregardless of this fact. I consider this a recipe for high comedy.
'The Devil Wears Prada' was a fun movie, if flawed in some essential ways; I continue to adore Anne Hathaway beyond all reason, and what the movie really left me with was a deep-seated urge to watch 'Ella Enchanted'. And 'Drive Me Crazy', but that's another story (and another movie) altogether.
I would feel guiltier about the fact that I'm at Kate and GP's house being vaguely anti-social by being off on the computer, except Kate and GP are also off on the computer -- different machines -- while we all wait for Chris to rise from the eldritch deaths and rejoin the world of the living. Or devour our souls like unto a destructive god, then go on to declare his dominion over all. Whatever works for you. The day will begin when he rises up.
And that, for now, is pretty much all.