They poisoned a billion coconuts?
So basically I've spent Thanksgiving sick as a damn dog, which continues the magnificent trend of me coming home to Athens and my immune system totally bailing on me for whatever reason. At least it wasn't food poisoning this time, and at least my parents were with me.
I also, of course, haven't accomplished nearly as much as anyone would have liked. We probably will leave by around 3, and I probably won't be back, which is awful and weird. I have to take down all the things on my walls in my room today.
Last night, when I was running a fever and feeling awful, I managed to convince my mom to watch the opening credits of The Pacific... and three episodes. La? I like Leckie more when he's not so spread out (viewing-wise); he's just flawed, rather than fatally aggravating, though there really are too many lingering reaction shots and "let's stare at our dead buddies" shots. Sledge is still my favorite, and I almost stayed up last night to watch the reunion scenes on Pavuvu (and SNAFU -- fuck that shit, I scrub drums for no man!). Also, Sidney Phillips, you are a DARLING. I almost said this for real on Twitter, but you never know, Ashton Holmes might have found the tweet and made fun of me, since that's what he does, so. P.S. J.P. Morgan ILU. And Corrigan, whose name I know now! Also, John Basilone, dayum. It needs to be said, because the truth needs to be spoken.
Anyway. I'm going to try for a shower, and then productivity. If Lam's Garden is open, I might also try for one last hit of their chicken noodle soup. But yeah. Here we are.
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I also, of course, haven't accomplished nearly as much as anyone would have liked. We probably will leave by around 3, and I probably won't be back, which is awful and weird. I have to take down all the things on my walls in my room today.
Last night, when I was running a fever and feeling awful, I managed to convince my mom to watch the opening credits of The Pacific... and three episodes. La? I like Leckie more when he's not so spread out (viewing-wise); he's just flawed, rather than fatally aggravating, though there really are too many lingering reaction shots and "let's stare at our dead buddies" shots. Sledge is still my favorite, and I almost stayed up last night to watch the reunion scenes on Pavuvu (and SNAFU -- fuck that shit, I scrub drums for no man!). Also, Sidney Phillips, you are a DARLING. I almost said this for real on Twitter, but you never know, Ashton Holmes might have found the tweet and made fun of me, since that's what he does, so. P.S. J.P. Morgan ILU. And Corrigan, whose name I know now! Also, John Basilone, dayum. It needs to be said, because the truth needs to be spoken.
Anyway. I'm going to try for a shower, and then productivity. If Lam's Garden is open, I might also try for one last hit of their chicken noodle soup. But yeah. Here we are.
This was originally posted on Dreamwidth, where it has
comments. Feel free to drop in using OpenID (how to do that).