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.
Just made shortcakes and topped them with strawberries mixed with sugar and nutmeg. Yum.
I had a very rich brunch with family and now I want to sleep, but I really should do yardwork, laundry, and make a Good Will run. Time to get rid of the bread machine that has been sitting on my kitchen table for six weeks.