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 still haven't seen Boomerang. I probably should.

Feel better, man.

[peteralway.livejournal.com]

Doctor, woman, doctor. No dyin' allowed.

[queerbychoice.livejournal.com]

You're not doing all that convincing a job of not scoffing.

[squirrelykat.livejournal.com]

geesh, you just get better! you're missing so much! carpet is going in at work, the weather has a nice chill [need another blanket!?]. Bob is getting fluffier.
and, there are movies to see at the theaters.
at least you have the kittehs to keep ya company.

[vjsmom.livejournal.com]

Geez--I'm sorry I didn't know you were sick. I've been kind of out of touch lately, as yo know. Got back from a whirlwind trip to S'bury this evening. Jeff had today off from school, so we went down to visit the grandparents. I think I already told you we wer gonna do that. Anyway, it wasn't bad. Not great. Not bad. Kind of depressing, really, watching them deteriorate.

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

Funny--on Wednesday, I checked a book out of the library entitled "Is It Hot in Here, or Is It Just Me?" This ain't fun.

We're not marching on Saturday, btw. I have done something to my back (strained or pulled something, I guess), and I was having back spasms as I drove back from the Sho' today. I am also having bigger problems with that arthritic left knee, possibly exacerbated by the rock scramble last weekend. And I'm too down to get into it--there's that too.

Tommy didn't sound terribly motivated in our phone conversation tonight--I think that we're all tired of not being heard, and we're fading a bit. I'm feeling pretty old and sore and tired and depressed right now, and that's making it hard to muster the energy to invest in what seems to be a losing battle. Self-centered? Why, yes; I suppose it is. But I'm having trouble getting beyond my own stuff right now.

I'll stop. After all, this is your blog, and I really did comment to say that I'm sorry you've been under the weather and that I'm glad you're feeling a bit better (I read tonight's entry too.) Maybe we can talk tomorrow, if you're around.