blehh

[fflo]

I'm sick. Can't believe the fever hasn't broken; can't believe thre's no relief from the lung gunk. Feel like I'm breathing with a tenth of one lung (the right one, right now).

The only movie in the house I hadn't seen was Boomerang (Eddie Murphy) (c. 1998). It's the one that's famous for his explanation of which guys die in Star Trek. I imagine the poolroom scene in which Martin Lawrence explains the racism of 8-ball is well known as well. My favorite line, however, is when Eddie tells Halle Berry, "Aren't you listening to me? Cupid's got his foot up my ass." I really can think of no more apt way to put it.

Over in another lj blog I read---but not in public entries---is the unfolding story of the writer's love with new gf. Her first. It's got some of the elements of puppy love, but I don't scoff, won't scoff. I contain both. Glory be to the Cupid who isn't leaving fissures.

In more high-minded matters (wouldn't take much, I suppose), I did correct the lines from The Fallen Idol in my earlier post. "One another" is rather more ele-gant than "each other," isn't it.

Is it just me, or is it absolutely freezing in here?

Comments

[wednes.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure you did. You're thoughtful like that.

I'm doing fine, a little tired and stressed but that's to be expected between work and everything else that's going on.

Glad you're feeling better.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm not so thoughtful. Not like I used to be, anyway. But glad I did say good fer you. And yeah, I'm sure you've got your hands full! Nothing like days offa work housebound & sick to change the sense of pace in life. This is not to say I recommend it for you, however, of course. ;]