At least, I think it’s Saturday. It’s Saturday, right?
Today has consisted mostly of running errands (in Niles) and hiding from cramps (under my bedcovers). I did some work, watched a teeny bit of television, took a fairly useful afternoon nap. I even did a little bit of long-procrastinated research. My head hurts – or rather, my eyes hurt. But they hurt whether they’re open or closed, so I conjecture the problem is less with my eyes and more with my head. That doesn’t make any more sense than anything else, I freely admit it.
I had a bowl of cereal this morning. Then I had a bowl of spaghetti this afternoon. And most recently I ate a perfectly fine hard boiled egg sandwich, chased soon after by a very small piece of very good baked chicken. In short, I’ve been eating reasonably well. No problems there.
The weekend seems to have gone very quickly, but for some reason it still isn’t over. That confuses me, because I’m waiting very nicely for Monday and it hasn’t gotten here. Of course it isn’t some kind of rudeness, but… really. And don’t get me wrong – I have some very nice plans tomorrow that I’m looking forward to. (Hell, I had some very nice plans today that I was looking forward to… but cramps and all, they didn’t work out.) But I need Monday to get here so I can be industrious.
I find myself sitting downstairs despite the owies in my head, typing slowly, slumped sleepily, watching a Potter movie with my parents. Dad is across the room on one couch with his laptop, fully distracted. Zeno is sprawled next to Mom on the other couch, and though Zeno looks relaxed into boredom, Mom is looking fairly entertained. I have The Drawing of the Three next to me for commercial use, but I’m not using it, because I’m typing this entry. I want a cookie, but I’m not going to have one.
I wonder if they edit Harry Potter for prime-time television.
I’m guessing not.
In the past few weeks I’ve seen The Rock and Sex and the City on regular, non-cable television, and both were edited in painful, pointless ways. Why do they do that? Does it really make a difference?
This isn’t the Potter movie I wanted to see – I wanted to recall the third one, because having seen the fourth one Thursday night, I realized I couldn’t properly remember what came before. This is the second one, and that’s okay. It’s got my attention.
Mostly, anyway.
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