Meh.
So I have been under the weather for the past couple of days. This illness that has befallen me has given me the ability to sleep for upwards thirteen hours of any given day. It has been....awesome. I don't know if you all know this about me, but I love sleeping. If I could consider it a hobby I would. There is very little in this life that I am more passionate about than a good night's sleep.
I have also taken this time to get caught up on some movie watching. I managed to squeeze in two of three movies on my cinematic depression-fest. I watched City of God and Hotel Rwanda, both of which are fantastic movies. I have managed to pigeon-hole most of the movies I view into the shitty comedy genre. I don't know when I decided that watching movies with any real depth to them was too daunting a task for me, but it happened, and I think it has been happening for well over four years. I am trying to break myself of this with the aide of netflix. Hopefully, bravery in what I choose to watch will make me a more well-rounded person, at least in the respect of being able to say 'I saw that' not just in reference to Dudley Moore movies or any of the Police Academies.
Sick time has also afforded me the ability to do a little baking. Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines now makes a Tres Leches Mix. I made it. It was delicious. Maybe I will try to make one without the help from the one of these two baking moguls next time.
In the spirit of that cake, I feel it necessary to mention my desire to party on Cinco De Mayo. This desire will spread by spark from tinder to kindling in the months ahead.
I have absolutely nothing important to rant about and it feels great.
I have also taken this time to get caught up on some movie watching. I managed to squeeze in two of three movies on my cinematic depression-fest. I watched City of God and Hotel Rwanda, both of which are fantastic movies. I have managed to pigeon-hole most of the movies I view into the shitty comedy genre. I don't know when I decided that watching movies with any real depth to them was too daunting a task for me, but it happened, and I think it has been happening for well over four years. I am trying to break myself of this with the aide of netflix. Hopefully, bravery in what I choose to watch will make me a more well-rounded person, at least in the respect of being able to say 'I saw that' not just in reference to Dudley Moore movies or any of the Police Academies.
Sick time has also afforded me the ability to do a little baking. Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines now makes a Tres Leches Mix. I made it. It was delicious. Maybe I will try to make one without the help from the one of these two baking moguls next time.
In the spirit of that cake, I feel it necessary to mention my desire to party on Cinco De Mayo. This desire will spread by spark from tinder to kindling in the months ahead.
I have absolutely nothing important to rant about and it feels great.