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Nov. 10th, 2005
Terrifying highs of the evening: Went to dinner and movie with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sydneycat. We saw the Weather Man... which was funny, extremely depressing and somehow managed to be somewhat touching underneath the relentless feeling of utter self-loathing that drove the movie. inle_rah, just a warning - copious use of VO. Overall I was not disappointed, just... I donno. Quiet I guess. 'Course I did have to vent some vitriol all over the gaggle of spritzhead girls that were in our row and not only talked through the movie but talked at normal conversation volume through the movie. On the way out, I turned to them and said "If you want to loudly talk through a movie, rent the DVD next time." Cause I'm all for very quietly whispering to the person next to you, but the entire theater doesn't need to hear your loud gum chewing opinion.
Quote of the evening -sydneycat and I are standing in front of the theater considering the choices, one of which being Get Rich or Die Tryin':
sydneycat: No... I'm too white to see that movie.
kjpepper: Hon, I'm too white to see that movie.
The middles (not creamy, yuck) involve various interesting and weird conversations about spirituality withmorlock and sydneycat today. There once was a time where while I didn't follow a path/tradition or have a pantheon (the most I did was offer the Goddess bubble gum once in a while), I still could call myself a practicing Pagan and was quite good at magick if it involved fire. I'm feeling drawn to it again, maybe actually dedicate myself to the Divine Whom It May Concern for a while. Or start talking to Yemaya again. At the very least, the time has come to reread Jambalaya.
The dizzying lows, and I mean that literally: between bothsundart and morlock fighting off various bugs this week, eating bad things and not sleeping very much, I feel like shit right now. I started feeling crappy right before I'd left work, after contending with post-nasal drip all day, but after the movie the sick just hit me like, well, a car. Weak, dizzy, sore throat, sore everything really, and my head feels both too heavy and too light simultaneously. And it hurts my ears when I yawn. And my jaw is spasming. After the movie, before we got out in the cold even, it was wicked hard to talk because my jaw muscles were so seized up and my tongue didn't work right. It felt a bit like I took a massive hit of novacaine in the lower jaw, except I could still feel stuff, just not control it very well. I mean, shit. I was gonna go to work tomorrow even though it's a holiday (a for the monies, but b) no one else in the Amoeba gets the day off so why bother staying home?), but now I'm seriously rethinking that plan, or at least thinking that if I do go, it will be for a half day. I'm also beginning to rethink any further plans for my evening other than stripping, crawling into bed and moaning until anzovin delivers an equally sick sundart home, and then both of us can be curled up and miserable together.
Yeah... that sounds like a plan. Off with me then.
sydneycat. We saw the Weather Man... which was funny, extremely depressing and somehow managed to be somewhat touching underneath the relentless feeling of utter self-loathing that drove the movie. inle_rah, just a warning - copious use of VO. Overall I was not disappointed, just... I donno. Quiet I guess. 'Course I did have to vent some vitriol all over the gaggle of spritzhead girls that were in our row and not only talked through the movie but talked at normal conversation volume through the movie. On the way out, I turned to them and said "If you want to loudly talk through a movie, rent the DVD next time." Cause I'm all for very quietly whispering to the person next to you, but the entire theater doesn't need to hear your loud gum chewing opinion.Quote of the evening -
sydneycat and I are standing in front of the theater considering the choices, one of which being Get Rich or Die Tryin': sydneycat: No... I'm too white to see that movie.kjpepper: Hon, I'm too white to see that movie.The middles (not creamy, yuck) involve various interesting and weird conversations about spirituality with
morlock and sydneycat today. There once was a time where while I didn't follow a path/tradition or have a pantheon (the most I did was offer the Goddess bubble gum once in a while), I still could call myself a practicing Pagan and was quite good at magick if it involved fire. I'm feeling drawn to it again, maybe actually dedicate myself to the Divine Whom It May Concern for a while. Or start talking to Yemaya again. At the very least, the time has come to reread Jambalaya.The dizzying lows, and I mean that literally: between both
sundart and morlock fighting off various bugs this week, eating bad things and not sleeping very much, I feel like shit right now. I started feeling crappy right before I'd left work, after contending with post-nasal drip all day, but after the movie the sick just hit me like, well, a car. Weak, dizzy, sore throat, sore everything really, and my head feels both too heavy and too light simultaneously. And it hurts my ears when I yawn. And my jaw is spasming. After the movie, before we got out in the cold even, it was wicked hard to talk because my jaw muscles were so seized up and my tongue didn't work right. It felt a bit like I took a massive hit of novacaine in the lower jaw, except I could still feel stuff, just not control it very well. I mean, shit. I was gonna go to work tomorrow even though it's a holiday (a for the monies, but b) no one else in the Amoeba gets the day off so why bother staying home?), but now I'm seriously rethinking that plan, or at least thinking that if I do go, it will be for a half day. I'm also beginning to rethink any further plans for my evening other than stripping, crawling into bed and moaning until anzovin delivers an equally sick sundart home, and then both of us can be curled up and miserable together.Yeah... that sounds like a plan. Off with me then.
