Sunday, November 16, 2003
It's just that time of year...
...when the entire student body turns into a disease-ridden stress factory. That's what all this is. Pre-holiday, pre-exam, stressed-out illness. *cough*
I'll just tell the good people at work to let me do all the cleaning and keep me away from the bar, the customers, and the Headset of Doom. They stuck me on the headset last night and I nearly lost my already croaky voice. Fortunately I was the midshift, so I got to leave early, come home, take another dose of so-called "non-drowsy" cold medicine, and crash.
Right now I feel somewhat OK, but I know that's just because I've been drugged and napping all day. I really would love a cup of weak earl grey at the moment, but prior inspection of our pantry shelves has led me to the conclusion that the only tea we currently have in the house is Luzianne iced tea bags. The humongous ones. This situation must be rectified. In the meanwhile, I shall make do with water and orange juice.
I would also dearly love a bowl of potato soup. As far as I know, we have most of the ingredients for potato soup -- but that would require the effort of making it. Ah, well. Toast is good.
So I've been in this very strange mood for romantic (give or take the comedy) films. This is highly unusual, as Micki will no doubt attest to, as I normally despise romantic comedies. They're just so dreadfully insipid and corny. And I'm not really a huge fan of pure romantic dramas, either -- they're so unrealistic. We saw Love Actually on Friday, though, and I really enjoyed it, for all its silliness or lack of realism. It was cute, sweet, sad, funny. NOT my usual type of movie. But I quite liked it (which really says something about the film). And I spent this morning watching The Other Sister, which is Unconventional but Heartwarming Romantic Fluff with a Touching Moral. And I liked it, too. But this is not right! I normally don't go for movies like this. It's a downward spiral! What's next? All manner of chick flicks? Romance novels? PWP fanfic? *screams in terror*
....Um, yeah, I'm going to blame it all on hormones.
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