Thank you December 27, 2004 ~ 10:12 pm
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Clean Rite. Where I was Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Thank you, cat.
First of all, thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has sent me a card or popped by in the last few days with holiday greetings. You all rock.
I’m recovering, Mom’s recovering, cats are recovering, and kids are recovering. Well, the Oldest is. The Youngest never got the flu, for which I’m glad. It’s looking like Rick’s been able to fight it off as well, another Christmas blessing. This flu is nasty. If you get it, I feel for you, because it just sticks around. Three days later, I still have spells of dizzyness and nausea. But seriously, it’s getting better. I escaped to Rick’s yesterday and didn’t come back until about an hour ago. Mostly because if I had to stare at the walls of my apartment for five more minutes, someone would have died. And while I was gone, the cat only puked once, not on my bed this time!! Considering he nailed the bed Wednesday night, Thursday night, Friday afternoon, and again Friday night when the freshly laundered linens hadn’t even been on the bed five minutes, this was a huge accomplishment. Of course, me putting a massive sheet of plastic over the bed before I left might have helped. What can I say, I’m tired of the laundromat.
I have managed to get out and see two movies despite the plague that hit Brooklyn. Ocean’s Twelve was funny, damn near as good as Ocean’s Eleven. If you didn’t see Ocean’s Eleven, you might be a little confused, but on the whole it was coherent, and Julia Roberts was fantastic. Today, Rick and I went to see The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, one of the most bizarre movies I’ve ever seen. Bill Murray is hysterical, and the stuff going on in the background was great, but Rick and I still aren’t sure what the hell it was about. At times I was bored out of my mind, at others, laughing my ass off. Make of that what you will and see it at your own risk. I will, however, give props to the crewman who plays David Bowie’s greatest hits in the background for much of the film and sings them in Pourtugese. Good on you, Pele, for making me laugh.
Now I’m going to sit and watch the rest of the Pilly/St. Louis game to see how the Eagles do without Terrell Owens (*snort*), and mentally prepare myself to go to work tomorrow. Pleh. Night, all.
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