I actually planned to write this yesterday or was it Friday in the hope to get some recommendations as to what to spend the weekend doing. Well, Saturday was spent at the doctor’s office and then chiro and then, I went shopping for medicine and other grocery supplies and the next thing I know it’s Sunday morning. WTH.
Oh, and I watched the results of the Australian election, wherein Queensland voted in a racist former politician jailbird back into the Senate. Let me be clear: she’s still a racist and will probably start referencing Donald Trump in order to build a wall around Australia. I’m not really joking here.
But back to my weekend: I had planned to go back to read Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising series — to be more accurate, comfortably paging through the books to my favourite parts and forgetting how sick I am. Yeah, didn’t do that. Instead, I started reading Baby Doll in a doctor’s office, while waiting to get more antibiotics.
And then proceeded to try and not ugly cry. Yeah. Haven’t read The Room yet, or watched the movie, but it seems to be the same premise-ish at its most basic level. The details of the aftermath have to be different, right? When I review, someone has to let me know!
I watched Frequency too — yes that old movie with Dennis Quaid and Person of Interest guy whose name I can’t remember. It’s such a fabulous movie — still.
There was The Boss, with Melissa McCarthy which so completely inexplicably hilarious to me. She and her husband were in Australia recently and I listened to them on the radio talk about this movie, and that’s been percolating in my brain I guess. Their tale of how they got Peter Dinklage in on the movie — who again was HILARIOUS in this!
And now, I’m blogging, drinking lemon tea and wondering how the hell the rest of the week is going to go. What do you do when you’re the very picture of death warmed over?