Friday, June 04, 2004
Figures
Last night I went to see Shrek 2 with my mom and Paul. It was so nice to have an outing with my favorite woman on the planet and my favorite man on the planet. The three of us sat together like a teeny happy family. And I must say that the movie was fucking incredible.
Puss n Boots? OMG. I don’t remember the last time I laughed so hard at a character in a movie. He steals the show. Completely. I’m sorry, but those CUTE LITTLE EYES! Pure genius. And that hairball? That scene brought me back to one of my all time favorite moments in a movie: National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. The dog coughing up the chicken bones under the Christmas dinner table? HILARIOUS!
The movie itself flies by and before you know it, it’s over. What an absolute pleasure it was to see a movie of this quality. I’m sure The Day After Tomorrow will pale in comparison. But then again, a tidal wave swallowing up NYC just might be the kick in the balls I need.
After the movie was over, I suddenly started to feel awful. Paul and I put my mom in a cab and took the subway back to his apartment. The entire way I started to feel, as Paul would say, fluish. We got to the apartment, hung out with his roommate for a bit and then climbed into bed. I laid there wide awake and feeling like garbage until well after 2am. At one point, I said out loud “I can’t fucking sleep!” I thought Paul was fast into dreamland, but he responds “Me either!” and we curled up into the spooning position and lay there quietly.
When I woke up this morning my body felt as though a hundred dirty bricks had fallen on my face. My stomach was rolling with nausea and my body ached like nothing else. I slowly crawled into the shower and then slowly got dressed. I guess Paul’s psychosomatic sickness wasn’t so psychosomatic after all. Don’t I feel sheepish? And like shit.
Once I got to work, I started to feel a bit better. I’m doing my best to fight through this beast of a cold/flu/typhoid fever. I have plans to go out with my friend Angie tonight and I would be MISERABLE if I was too sick to go. I’m thinking a little nap after work and maybe a bottle of vodka will get me where I need to be. Unless I’m vomiting out my ass, I’m GOING out tonight. Come hell or diarrhea water.
I just bought myself a chicken enchilada Lean Cuisine. That should SURELY make my touchy stomach feel much better. As Ari said, “I’ll be gone from work before that food hits your stomach and causes some damage.” The meal itself is pretty good. Needs salt. And I don’t have any.
I guess that’s it for today.
Have super good weekends. Do something fun and laugh a lot.
That’s what I’m hoping to do, so long as I don’t puke on myself before I get to that point.
Last night I went to see Shrek 2 with my mom and Paul. It was so nice to have an outing with my favorite woman on the planet and my favorite man on the planet. The three of us sat together like a teeny happy family. And I must say that the movie was fucking incredible.
Puss n Boots? OMG. I don’t remember the last time I laughed so hard at a character in a movie. He steals the show. Completely. I’m sorry, but those CUTE LITTLE EYES! Pure genius. And that hairball? That scene brought me back to one of my all time favorite moments in a movie: National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. The dog coughing up the chicken bones under the Christmas dinner table? HILARIOUS!
The movie itself flies by and before you know it, it’s over. What an absolute pleasure it was to see a movie of this quality. I’m sure The Day After Tomorrow will pale in comparison. But then again, a tidal wave swallowing up NYC just might be the kick in the balls I need.
After the movie was over, I suddenly started to feel awful. Paul and I put my mom in a cab and took the subway back to his apartment. The entire way I started to feel, as Paul would say, fluish. We got to the apartment, hung out with his roommate for a bit and then climbed into bed. I laid there wide awake and feeling like garbage until well after 2am. At one point, I said out loud “I can’t fucking sleep!” I thought Paul was fast into dreamland, but he responds “Me either!” and we curled up into the spooning position and lay there quietly.
When I woke up this morning my body felt as though a hundred dirty bricks had fallen on my face. My stomach was rolling with nausea and my body ached like nothing else. I slowly crawled into the shower and then slowly got dressed. I guess Paul’s psychosomatic sickness wasn’t so psychosomatic after all. Don’t I feel sheepish? And like shit.
Once I got to work, I started to feel a bit better. I’m doing my best to fight through this beast of a cold/flu/typhoid fever. I have plans to go out with my friend Angie tonight and I would be MISERABLE if I was too sick to go. I’m thinking a little nap after work and maybe a bottle of vodka will get me where I need to be. Unless I’m vomiting out my ass, I’m GOING out tonight. Come hell or diarrhea water.
I just bought myself a chicken enchilada Lean Cuisine. That should SURELY make my touchy stomach feel much better. As Ari said, “I’ll be gone from work before that food hits your stomach and causes some damage.” The meal itself is pretty good. Needs salt. And I don’t have any.
I guess that’s it for today.
Have super good weekends. Do something fun and laugh a lot.
That’s what I’m hoping to do, so long as I don’t puke on myself before I get to that point.
