It comes down to this
I think I've laid in bed for three days.
And no. Not with someone, nothing fun like that. It was more a case of weeks upon weeks of travel, party, and generally carrying on with bad sleep bad diet etc. finally catching up with me. No rest for the wicked...that is until some microscopic bug comes along and kicks one's arse. So I've entered this semi-comatose state, only waking from sleep occasionally to log on to my laptop and check e-mail, flirt with people via comments, and now update my journal.
My wife has been good enough to pick me out some movies while I've been tits up, and I specifically requested a few of his because I figure if I can't have him in bed next to me, the very least I can do is stare at his face on screen and in my delirious-from-cold-medicine state imagine that he's talking directly to me. You wouldn't believe the conversations we've had in the last few days. He worships and adores me and will for the rest of my life and wants to please me in every way possible. Of course I've been so high the past few days that the houseplant on my nightstand has been swearing at me so my recollection of things can't exactly be trusted. Is it ok to tell everyone that we're having sex yet? I want my goddamn award. I mean Brian not the houseplant.
I wonder if it was strange for Rebecca to pick out those movies for me. Probably not. I'll have to ask her if I remember this later.
In general I don't pick up the phone when I'm ill. I just hate the way I sound when I'm under the weather, and I don't like people to worry. I'm supposed to be strong like bull not weak like kitten. I apologize if I've worried anyone, but I figure that I'm always reachable via other avenues if necessary. Key words: Don't take it personally if I haven't been in contact.
The worst part of this whole illness is that even though I'm now back on the upswing, I might not be at my best game for the triathlon with Lucy. Yes folks, we're serious. Anyone interested is invited to come to Melbourne to witness our driving, shooting, riding "event" and cheer on your favorite me naturally. May the best man win. She's staying with Brian, and even though he's supposed to be an impartial judge, he's already told me he's rooting for her is she really that much better in the sack than me?! Wenham, Hugh, get your arses to Melbourne and cheer for me. Bring your pompoms and your silvery dance pants.
And to all the other boys and girls who claim to love me and want to marry me well I better bloody well have your support too.
Oh yeah, and did I mention that I'm going to the Olympics in 6 weeks? The 1972 Olympics in Munich. No, I haven't discovered time travel, I'm just beginning filming with speilberg in between him making movies with Tom Hanks (seriously, are they in love or something?). He has yet to tell me the location of shooting, but it'll be somewhere in Europe I imagine.
Oh, and because this post is already too long (aren't they all) and I have yet to mention Orlando yet, I wanted to make sure he saw my answer to a recent interview question:
Q: You have Orlando Bloom as your little brother in this movie [talking about Troy].
A: That was perfect. I already loved Orlando like a little brother before we started shooting. We did spend five months together in Morocco during "Black Hawk Down". And you have to take care of Orlando. He doesn't even know how to make coffee. (Starts imitating Orlando's voice) Do you want coffee, Eric? How is it done again? Do you put the coffee in the water? Or in the filter? Can you make the coffee, Eric?
God I love him.
P.S. Diane Kruger
And no. Not with someone, nothing fun like that. It was more a case of weeks upon weeks of travel, party, and generally carrying on with bad sleep bad diet etc. finally catching up with me. No rest for the wicked...that is until some microscopic bug comes along and kicks one's arse. So I've entered this semi-comatose state, only waking from sleep occasionally to log on to my laptop and check e-mail, flirt with people via comments, and now update my journal.
My wife has been good enough to pick me out some movies while I've been tits up, and I specifically requested a few of his because I figure if I can't have him in bed next to me, the very least I can do is stare at his face on screen and in my delirious-from-cold-medicine state imagine that he's talking directly to me. You wouldn't believe the conversations we've had in the last few days. He worships and adores me and will for the rest of my life and wants to please me in every way possible. Of course I've been so high the past few days that the houseplant on my nightstand has been swearing at me so my recollection of things can't exactly be trusted. Is it ok to tell everyone that we're having sex yet? I want my goddamn award. I mean Brian not the houseplant.
I wonder if it was strange for Rebecca to pick out those movies for me. Probably not. I'll have to ask her if I remember this later.
In general I don't pick up the phone when I'm ill. I just hate the way I sound when I'm under the weather, and I don't like people to worry. I'm supposed to be strong like bull not weak like kitten. I apologize if I've worried anyone, but I figure that I'm always reachable via other avenues if necessary. Key words: Don't take it personally if I haven't been in contact.
The worst part of this whole illness is that even though I'm now back on the upswing, I might not be at my best game for the triathlon with Lucy. Yes folks, we're serious. Anyone interested is invited to come to Melbourne to witness our driving, shooting, riding "event" and cheer on your favorite me naturally. May the best man win. She's staying with Brian, and even though he's supposed to be an impartial judge, he's already told me he's rooting for her is she really that much better in the sack than me?! Wenham, Hugh, get your arses to Melbourne and cheer for me. Bring your pompoms and your silvery dance pants.
And to all the other boys and girls who claim to love me and want to marry me well I better bloody well have your support too.
Oh yeah, and did I mention that I'm going to the Olympics in 6 weeks? The 1972 Olympics in Munich. No, I haven't discovered time travel, I'm just beginning filming with speilberg in between him making movies with Tom Hanks (seriously, are they in love or something?). He has yet to tell me the location of shooting, but it'll be somewhere in Europe I imagine.
Oh, and because this post is already too long (aren't they all) and I have yet to mention Orlando yet, I wanted to make sure he saw my answer to a recent interview question:
Q: You have Orlando Bloom as your little brother in this movie [talking about Troy].
A: That was perfect. I already loved Orlando like a little brother before we started shooting. We did spend five months together in Morocco during "Black Hawk Down". And you have to take care of Orlando. He doesn't even know how to make coffee. (Starts imitating Orlando's voice) Do you want coffee, Eric? How is it done again? Do you put the coffee in the water? Or in the filter? Can you make the coffee, Eric?
God I love him.
P.S. Diane Kruger