Ok, now that I have a halfway clear head and somewhat sound mind I can post. LOL
I had to take a couple more sick days off from work this week due to my cold. Wednesday night I started vomiting blood and was having chest pains, so I saw my doctor. What started out as a slight case of flu progressed into a sinus infection, and he thinks I might have a bronchial infection too. So now I’m on stronger meds and more antibiotics. (Yuk!)
But at least today I feel soooooooo much better because I had more than 3 hours of sleep, and my head is less ‘fuzzy’.
I’m taking off this afternoon for some R&R, but I brought some work home with me … geeesh, I’m over a week behind at work! Oh well, job security I guess.
Jim bought the unrated Blade: Trinity DVD. I watched it yesterday, and was disappointed. (I’ll post a proper review when I get some time)
I’m also thinking of getting a membership with the gym at the local community center. The weather’s getting warmer, and I’m more out of shape than I’d like. It would be nice to have place where I can go workout, and not worry about leaving Jessie at home. (they have a children’s center where she would be supervised, plus chances are there would be kids there from the area and/or her school)
I had a minor meltdown earlier in the week … my dishwasher decided to eat itself Tuesday. I had a fit and threw a few dishes. After being sick for a week, and feeling like crap in general I just wanted *something* to work right! LOL. Plus, I noticed yesterday that it’s leaking, so I’m sure when I get home there will be water all over the kitchen floor … we’re going to have to get that looked at. *sigh* If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
Oh well. Almost time to clock out of here. I’m going to take it easy today.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, daytime TV sucks ass.
I did get to catch the end of Formula 51, which is a good thing because I really like Samuel L. Jackson, and I was pleasantly surprised to see two British actors I liked in it as well. (and it has Meatloaf … who doesn’t like freakin’ Meatloaf?)
Anyways, I acquired yet another vampire movie over the weekend. I sat down and watched both The Forsaken and Dracula 3000. I slept through The Forsaken when I tried to watch it last week … bad sign. Its premise is that vampirism is caused by a virus — been done before, and by a much better movie. I knew it would be bad when in the first 30 seconds, all you see are blood and boobs. Actually, that sums up the movie really well: blood and boobs. You didn’t miss much. I would expect to see it on Sci-Fi at 2 in the morning anytime soon.
Dracula 3000 was even worse. Pity … it had a couple of actors I really liked in it: Tim Lister and Udo Kier. I think my favorite movie with each would be 5th Element and Shadow of the Vampire, respectively. This movie had a couple of other faces I recognized (I think one was in Baywatch?), but don’t feel arsed to look up at the moment. In fact, let’s put it this way: the movie goes, let’s put Dracula (aka Count Orlock, *rolls eyes* so overdone) in space, being the last of his kind, transported from Planet Translvania to the Carpathian solar system. He bites Coolio first (oh yeah, Coolio’s in it too), then the descendent of Van Helsing *yawn*, and they all die. There’s no boobs in this one, so you’re not missing anything, trust me.
Now, I’m going to look for that bottle of NyQuil and try to find a better way to waste 3 hours while trying to fall asleep.
Quick update: Jim’s mom made it through the surgery OK. She’s bruised and her face is swollen something horrible. Poor thing looks like someone beat her up. Her jaws are wired shut, so she’s on a liquid diet for about 10 weeks. She came home Saturday afternoon, and will stay home for most of the time she’s ‘out’.
I’m still sick, and in fact going to miss another day of work. I’m exhausted because I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I got this stupid cold. Jim’s still irritable because he’s not completely over his either … and he’s not happy about me staying home. He has to take my support calls when I’m not there.
I’ll make it up to him. In the meantime, I’m gonna finish reading the job ads and news, then go back to bed. If I could sleep through an entire hour without coughing something up, it will be a miracle.
I normally don’t do “chick flicks”. Hell, I usually hate any movie that makes me go running for a box of Kleenex and a bowl of rocky road. But there is one movie that I’ve been particularly fond of … it’s one of the DVDs Jim got me for my birthday: Moonstruck, with Nicholas Cage and Cher. I love this movie, I think it’s funny and kind of sweet. (and probably because Cage’s character reminds me of someone)
My favorite scene is where Cage is trying to convince Cher that he’s the right guy for her, ironic in the sense that he’s describing love in a negative light (rather than the old “Love is wonderful” dime store routine):
“Love doesn’t make things nice, it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren’t here to make things perfect. We’re here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts, and to love the wrong people, and die.”
To those first three sentences, I say “Amen!” … love does make everything a mess. But without that mess, wouldn’t one feel incomplete?
