Today was an epic fail. I went to work and had a massive, staggering allergy attack, and I also had to stand in a ridiculously overheated corner of the restaurant behind the counter to answer the phones with the result that by noon I actually thought I was going to pass out. Even the customers were like "dude, go home." One of the other waitresses force-fed me a ton of orange juice, and I staggered home and took Benadryl and fell into bed around 1:45, and didn't get up until after 5:00. :P Thank God I have off tomorrow, because I totes think I would die if I had to go in. I've never called out or left early before, ever, so I know they're not mad, but it was a bit embarrassing.
I broke down and bought a new iPod off of eBay last week (so much for waiting and saving up, ho ho), and it came today, and once I dragged myself back out of bed I loaded all my crap back onto it, and it looks pretty good. It's a 120GB and it's sort of black-silverish, and the display is really fancy and I dig it.
I also wrote an e-mail in response to an editorial in the paper (I KNOW, MY GOD, DO I DO ANYTHING ELSE EVER) because I was annoyed at a
Watchmen DVD review--it basically said "the DVD sucks because the movie sucks and it's even LONGER, and the movie sucks because The Comedian beats up Silk Spectre." I wrote this semi-prissy e-mail about how violence can be used to prove a point and how the characters' lives are meant to point out how combining hypersexuality with vigilante violence is a bad thing and how the film was really geared towards fans of the novel and is meant to be shocking, etc., and the guy actually wrote back and said I had a point. (I then had a similar but unrelated conversation with my mother, for the thousandth time, and I said "just because it's got a bit of the old tolchocking doesn't mean it's not worth a good viddy, little sister!" She was less than convinced.) That was kinda fun. And I watched the Director's Cut with my dad; I really like that they put the Hollis Mason stuff back in, since I love Dan and it helps expand his character (and we fast-forwarded through the sex scene, because, come on). And now I have the 'digital copy' on my new iPod, yay.
And a meme, stolen from
sexyjohnlennon:
Post a picture in my comments of what you think describes me when you think about what/who I am.
Give no written explanation. Just an image.
Post this in your journal and see what images you get.