Amazing Grace is amzing for many reasons.
Amazing Grace truly was an amazing movie, and not just because Benedict was in it (I did the sketch during one of his talks. THAT VOICE). Iaon Gruffadd was wonderful and brought the character, William Wilberforce, to life and Cumberbatch did a darn good job playing his best friend, William Pitt. I should have watched it years ago. The funny thing was, is that my Mom had watched it before, and when I told her Benedict was in it she said, "Really? Well, it must have been a minor part because I don't remember him at all." He's one of the MAIN actors. We had a laugh about that.
And in reality, I should have picked another day to watch it. Today has not been good. After I finished the movie (I cried a bit at the end. Curse you Ben and Iaon for being such good actors), I went about to doing daily chores, when all of a sudden my Dad barges into the house and says, "Desperado is down. I think there's something wrong with him." That is not something you want to hear when it comes to horses. I ran out and sure enough, he was down and wasn't responding to me calling to him. I had to go in and strap his halter on and force him to get up. He was colicing, something he has had a history of doing. A bit not good. 4 hours, 3 buckets full of kool-aid, 2 bottles of mineral oil, and 1 ban-amine shot (Tylenol for horses) later, I was finally able to let him be in an isolated pen without the fear of him suddenly keeling over. I was so exhausted and drained afterwards I just plunked down under a tree and watched him. You can't let a horse roll when he's colicing; if you do, whatever is stuck in the intestines will twist the intestines into a knot, and there's pretty much no hope if that happens. So I went on guard duty, and about another hour later, we were safe. But my day of emotional trauma wasn't over yet.
After my episode of Horse E.R., I decided to go check on my adorable new kittens that my cat, Katniss, had about three weeks ago. She had three, two boys and a girl, and they were perfect. One of the boys was a beautiful blue black with slightly curly hair. I named him Sherlock. His brother is the exact same color as Martin Freeman's hair. He is dubbed John. And their beautiful sister is a blue black bobtail named Isis. Sherlock and John are my dream babies. I kept saying to Katniss pretty much every day, 'You must give me a Sherlock and John. You must." And my sweet did. So I went to the shed, where she decided was home for the babies (I fixed it better by using old horse blankets and an uber box) thinking that I was going to be able to play with Isis, and tease Sherlock and John. When I got to their box, however, I found Sherlock...dead. I just stood there for a moment, holding him. I have no idea what happened. This morning he was a bouncing ball of emo fur. Now...God, I felt a hole in me when I buried him. When I went back to John and Isis, I could barely say John's name. It just seemed wrong. So I picked them up and just held them. Katniss came in at one point and settled in my lap. I think we stayed like that till it was dark.
So now I am drained completely, emotionally and physically. I'm surprised I got all of this down, I think I've been typing for about an hour now. I have comments I need to respond to, amazing awesome comments, but at the moment I just need to lie down and try to not have a breakdown. I'll answer them tomorrow, so please be patient with my broken up self. God, I'm such a wreck at the moment.
Goodnight all. Hopefully, the day to come will bring light and lift the gloom.