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It's snowing. Soft, fat flakes that drift lazily to the earth. I'm snug inside, and so it is beautiful. I've been watching it for a few minutes now and find it soothing. I'm still desperate for the warmth of spring, but until it arrives, snow is a worthy recompense for the cold. Perhaps I wouldn't feel that way if I had to brave the elements, but since Roomie and I filled our larder with soup and chili and frozen pot pies and boxes of cereal yesterday, we can afford to marvel at the snow from the cozy sanctuary of the house.
I bought Dayquil yesterday after stubbornly coping with the face-crushing sinus pressure of the lurgy for two days. Oh, blessed Dayquil! I don't know why I resist your sweet, pharmaceutical relief. I felt like rehashed ass yesterday until I popped a pair of capsules, and lo, it was as though I were reborn. I could breathe. I could think. My head didn't throb like an overstuffed cheesecloth, and the bridge of my nose stopped threatening catastrophic explosion. My eyeballs stopped pulsing and watering. I felt human again. My only regret is that it doesn't last as long in its post-nanny state formulation, when they fiddled with it to keep it in front of the counter and make it unpalatable to homebrew drug manufacturers boiling meth in the kitchen, right next to little Dougie's Pop Tarts. I'm sure I could buy a twelve-hour formula from a pharmacist, but I refuse to show my ID and sign my name for Uncle Sam because I have a cold.
Because I felt like ass, I came home and watched a pair of horror flicks on DVD.
( Paranormal Activity--MAJOR SPOILERS )
Not a terrible movie, but if you've no patience for obscure thumping, ambiguous shadows, and earnest scene-chewing from the Blair Witch Project School of Thespian Improvement, you can leave this on the shelf. B-
I was going to opine on Quarantine, too, but this review ran far longer than I expected, and so, I will leave it for another entry.
I bought Dayquil yesterday after stubbornly coping with the face-crushing sinus pressure of the lurgy for two days. Oh, blessed Dayquil! I don't know why I resist your sweet, pharmaceutical relief. I felt like rehashed ass yesterday until I popped a pair of capsules, and lo, it was as though I were reborn. I could breathe. I could think. My head didn't throb like an overstuffed cheesecloth, and the bridge of my nose stopped threatening catastrophic explosion. My eyeballs stopped pulsing and watering. I felt human again. My only regret is that it doesn't last as long in its post-nanny state formulation, when they fiddled with it to keep it in front of the counter and make it unpalatable to homebrew drug manufacturers boiling meth in the kitchen, right next to little Dougie's Pop Tarts. I'm sure I could buy a twelve-hour formula from a pharmacist, but I refuse to show my ID and sign my name for Uncle Sam because I have a cold.
Because I felt like ass, I came home and watched a pair of horror flicks on DVD.
( Paranormal Activity--MAJOR SPOILERS )
Not a terrible movie, but if you've no patience for obscure thumping, ambiguous shadows, and earnest scene-chewing from the Blair Witch Project School of Thespian Improvement, you can leave this on the shelf. B-
I was going to opine on Quarantine, too, but this review ran far longer than I expected, and so, I will leave it for another entry.
