Colds are fucking RETARDED.
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I get so restless when I'm sick. More than usual.
I just had a shower and now I'm sitting at my computer with wet hair and a wet towel across my lap.
I still feel so digusting. Like, no matter how many showers I take, I'll always feel like filth. Well, I suppose it's not like that all the time, but that's certainly the way, today.
I watched a good movie today. It's called "
The Station Agent". I really liked it. It was quiet and simple; it was about trains and a guy with dwarfism.
I need to go wash my face again. And put this wet towel away. My mom's making mushrooms. I'm hugry, but I don't want to eat.
So full of random, disconnected thoughts right now.
I wish I could breathe properly right now...actually, maybe, I don't care. I DO wish, however that, that pain in my chest would stop coming and going. It's been doing that for awhile now.
I also watched
"Come September" with Rock Hudson. We apparantly have the turner classic movie channel now, which rocks my world. It was also really good. Gina Lollobrigida was real funny in it. But Sandra Dee was just annoying.
"Lisa, believe me, no love affair can survive if the either part starts to think. "