DH gave me his flu before he left for his motorcycle trip. It only lasted two days with him, and I hope it's the same with me as I cannot take time off work. I did go in to the office this morning, but am now at home lying around, all stuffed up and feeling like someone beat me up while I was asleep.
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I am flying this afternoon so I can work in Escondido tomorrow (my birthday!) and Tuesday. Last night I unexpectedly had friends over and speed cleane like a demon. I need that kind of energy and focus more often! Today nearly missed an appointment at 11am--was eating breakfast, heard my phone bing an appointment warning at 1055 and went "why is it doing that? Oooh, crap!". Luckily it turned out my appointment was actually 11:15! Then I came home and dyed my hair and packed. When I get in, time to find a good restaurant to reward me.
Jessica, it's still down tomorrow even though the hurrican will be over? Wow.
Also, if anyone was feeling jealous of my crazy player lifestyle, the stripper show last night was Not Good. At no point was it sexy. Very disappointing. The lap dance portion was just awkward.
My office is still apparently expecting everyone to come to work tomorrow in spite of the fact that we have no public transit.
How? Cab? Bike? Ugh.
I spent the day in bed waiting for the rest of the storm to blow away, and nursing a nasty sinus/migraine/tooth pain thing. Decided to finally watch The Resident for the JDM. Hilary Swank plays an ER doctor in NYC, and apparently she can afford a $3,800/mo apartment? I'm doubtful.
I love my parents and their neighbors -- my mom saw the mom and kid (3-ish) going out for a walk, and thought to offer a spare box they had around to the dad. He was psyched! A project! They are cute.
Oh, Amy, don't watch that movie. It is...not good.
Like bad bad movie, Dana, or my love of JDM will forever be sullied bad?
Uh. I suppose I will whitefont for spoilers:
His character is Not Nice.
Also it is a bad movie. For your JDM/Hilary Swank needs, (re)watch "P.S. I Love You."
I really wasn't sure what to do to prove I've never been to Cedars (couldn't even tell you where it is, but Polgara went here for her gallstone). I offered to call them, and she just got "We just need to be sure you aren't overdosing." At no point did she say she believed me.
That's quite a hot button of mine. Thanks for the support.
I had stuff to do today. I have done fuck all of it. I've been so dozy I haven't even turned on the TV.
This is quite the birthday-rich block. Polgara and bon bon snuck birthdays in too. Huh. What was happening nine months ago? Christmas? Nah, too late. Turkey Day? Okay, now I've grossed myself out.
As long as you got treatment in the end, ita.
Dana, I know he's supposed to be a very creepy creeper, so I'm going to watch until I ... I don't know. Can't take it. As for P.S. I Love You I'd really only want to watch his scenes again. The whole thing just got to be Too Much with her quirky emo.