Happy Birthday, KB!
Happy Birthday, Robin!
Ouch, Jessica. Try not to kick anyone.
Ouch, Sean. Stay away from funny people and try not to sneeze.
And gronk. My hubby's plane was two hours late last night so I got four hours of sleep and I have three meetings today. Yet another reason to hate the airlines.
oof, Sean. I hope it passes. Are you able to get to a doctor or anything?
Happy birthday Robin! Hope it was a wonderful one. Happy birthday Katerina Bee!
Which will be hang-and-circuit, meaning I'll have lift things and work with my arms over my head for extended periods. We'll see how long I last.
Well...wear a really tight t-shirt and hope it holds everything in place?
I'm glad to be working for the Beeb today. My salary may be shitty, but at least I'm in no danger of running out of paid sick days.
ION, YUM. Want.
Maybe I can persuade DH to get me strawberries, mascarpone, and an ice cream maker when he goes to get me my drugs...
Which will be hang-and-circuit, meaning I'll have lift things and work with my arms over my head for extended periods. We'll see how long I last.
Oof. Any way to wrap your ribcage somehow to keep anything from getting worse?
We've got an ACE bandage, I thinking a wrapping might be in order.
Anyway, off to work for real this time.
OTOH? March of the Penguins is set to become the #1 grossing documentary of all time, out grossing [as it were] Michael Moore. It is already #2.
Um... I've heard that MotP is about to become the #2 grossing docu of all time, surpasing Moore's Bowling for Columbine but still way short of Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11.
Still does not entirely negate my statement. It's still going strong, and after #2 falls by the wayside, it could soon go #1 given it's current momentum.
I think the subject matter may help a lot. Sure 9/11 was sensational, but Penguins!
Penguins, I say!
Well,
Fahrenheit 9/11
grossed $119 million, and MotP just passed
Bowling for Columbine
(which made $21.6 million), so MotP has a ways to go to pass F9/11.
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So far this morning I have woken up with a really stiff neck (though probably not in as much pain as Jess and Sean, who I hope feel better soon), put my shirt on inside out and didn't notice, even after I fastened a button, left the house without my wallet or my keycard for work, gone back for the wallet, and spilled $2.85/gallon gasoline on my shoes.