after eating a few too many chocolate covered peanuts before bed, i had a restless sleep and woke this morning with far too much lethargy and a nasty headache. i’m being stubborn and refusing to take any tylenol to relieve my pain, so i’m sitting here wishing the clouds would thicken up because the sun is starting to really hurt my eyes. i shouldn’t have left my sunglasses in the car.
the weekend was definitely less than stellar. friday night was great: dinner and cards at meg’s. during one round of buck, mark was my partner and he completely screwed up the first three hands, causing me to lose the game. i kept riding him about that all night long. i’m usually the one who gets picked on by him. it was empowering to turn the tables. saturday: mom came over. the less said about that the better (it wasn’t *horrible*, but it threw my whole mood out of whack). sunday was a write off. i wasn’t rested from sleeping on the floor and it was miserable out. i didn’t do a lot, except eat. i was starving yesterday for some reason. at least the crap i was eating was healthy crap, until i got the chocolate peanuts.
my plan this week is to go see crouching tiger, hidden dragon some time this week. maybe i’ll ask dean if he’s seen it. it’s one of those movies i’ve wanted to see since i saw the first clip of it, but i just haven’t gotten around to going. that and anyone i’ve wanted to go with has already seen it. bastards.
by the way, paige is my buttercup-scented hero.
I’m jealous.
it’s okay, goddess. you are mine!
crouching tiger, hidden dragon is a good movie but you have to keep an open mind about the flying. i heard some ppl snicker in my audience. poop on them.
actually, i was talking about it with someone at work today and she said to go into it thinking of it as a fairy tale. i thought that was a good tack to take. not that i’d have any problems with the flying in the first place.
i had no problems with the flying, either. I was just too worried that my boyfriend (now ex) was fantasizing about the younger girl instead of me. I am such a freak. But I should probably see it again, sans boyfriend.
:)