Post-a-day 5: The Meh Post
I knew there'd be one during the course of this month, but I didn't reckon on it coming up so early in proceedings.
I'm ill. I've only in this last ten minutes or so managed a shower and even then it was foreshortened due to spinning shower cubicle syndrome and as soon as I was out I had to sit down. I slept for 14 straight hours from 11pm last night until 1pm today, missing the historic excitement of the US Presidential elections and the likely landslide of Barack Obama into power. I only managed to drag myself out of bed for half an hour to eat some reheated leftovers from last night before slinking back upstairs with laptop in hand to watch four episodes of Doctor Who, during which I managed to cry three times. Note to self: do not watch David Tennant being adorable when feeling lachrymose and exhausted. It leads to salt-stained bedlinen.
Other than that I have achieved nowt today. I have eaten, slept and vegetated in front of TV. And after the exhausting experience that was giving myself a cursory wash, I don't think I'll be making it to work tomorrow, either. How rubbish.
I did not get chance to note yesterday in the midst of ranting about the Daily Mail that I had received my first review from an independent source of my dramatic performance. It was in relation to my role in Steel Magnolias, and read thus:
"I enjoyed this performance. She brought understanding to, and brought out the humour of, this role and conveyed the facets of the character well. Her nervous young woman desperate for a job, the born-again church-goer and the more confident assistant and friend were all well portrayed."
Quite satisfied with that.
On a lighter note, due to the inconvenience of dates it looks as though J and I are not going to be headed to the Indian subcontinent for holidays again this year. His boss has messed up the leave sheets and the date that we were hoping to fly he is due to be working. So instead I think we are going to South America: Mexico to be precise. It has the added benefit that we don't need visas to go there, which was starting to worry me about an Indian trip with us leaving it so late to book. I shall check it out with him when he gets back from work. Or rather more likely tomorrow, since I reckon I can only manage one more Doctor Who (an internationally recognised unit of time measurement equating to approximately 44 minutes) before I hit the hay once again.
I'm ill. I've only in this last ten minutes or so managed a shower and even then it was foreshortened due to spinning shower cubicle syndrome and as soon as I was out I had to sit down. I slept for 14 straight hours from 11pm last night until 1pm today, missing the historic excitement of the US Presidential elections and the likely landslide of Barack Obama into power. I only managed to drag myself out of bed for half an hour to eat some reheated leftovers from last night before slinking back upstairs with laptop in hand to watch four episodes of Doctor Who, during which I managed to cry three times. Note to self: do not watch David Tennant being adorable when feeling lachrymose and exhausted. It leads to salt-stained bedlinen.
Other than that I have achieved nowt today. I have eaten, slept and vegetated in front of TV. And after the exhausting experience that was giving myself a cursory wash, I don't think I'll be making it to work tomorrow, either. How rubbish.
I did not get chance to note yesterday in the midst of ranting about the Daily Mail that I had received my first review from an independent source of my dramatic performance. It was in relation to my role in Steel Magnolias, and read thus:
"I enjoyed this performance. She brought understanding to, and brought out the humour of, this role and conveyed the facets of the character well. Her nervous young woman desperate for a job, the born-again church-goer and the more confident assistant and friend were all well portrayed."
Quite satisfied with that.
On a lighter note, due to the inconvenience of dates it looks as though J and I are not going to be headed to the Indian subcontinent for holidays again this year. His boss has messed up the leave sheets and the date that we were hoping to fly he is due to be working. So instead I think we are going to South America: Mexico to be precise. It has the added benefit that we don't need visas to go there, which was starting to worry me about an Indian trip with us leaving it so late to book. I shall check it out with him when he gets back from work. Or rather more likely tomorrow, since I reckon I can only manage one more Doctor Who (an internationally recognised unit of time measurement equating to approximately 44 minutes) before I hit the hay once again.