today i feel: sore
today i'm hearing: andrew bird--scythian empire
today i'm thinking: i am such a pussy for pain
today i'm hearing: andrew bird--scythian empire
today i'm thinking: i am such a pussy for pain
Here is an update on my life alone at the BTown abode.
Sammy (also known as the Demon Puppy) has grown increasingly mad since Mum and Da went to Colorado. He really doesn't do well when they're gone and has decided to take his aggressions out on me. Or, rather, my sleeping schedule. He makes sure I wake up at two (just because) and again somewhere between half-five and seven (to let him pee). Then he does his damnedest to make sure I don't go back to sleep. Unfortunately, I have to get up at eight for Graham class, anyway. This adds to my upset.
I've only gotten good and rightly scared once so far. It was enough for me to call Randy in fear and text JPalm in a vain but, thankfully, failed attempt to get him to come over. Now I feel silly. But that was a robot cricket and I'm sticking to it!
As expected, Martha Graham is kicking my ass. Since my last dance class (admittedly a year ago), I have lost a.) my centre of balance, 2.) my turn-out in any sense of the word, and iii.) the ability to properly pointe my feet. Laurie (our instructor) said that I look a lot better on the floorwork than I do standing up. I believe her. Unexpectedly, however, I managed to throw out my back a bit during yesterday's class. A big thank you to my gigantic ass. It didn't seem too bad yesterday, but I woke up this morning and couldn't bend over. So I took the morning off, shoved some Extra Strength Tylenol down my throat, grabbed a couple of ice packs and went back to bed. Now, I'm a little stiff, but I can move again. I call this improvement. I'm planning on going back to class tomorrow morning. After a popping a couple more Tylenols.
In addition, I have a rather nasty summer cold. I fear a fate similar to that of most of the world in The Stand.
I'm currently indulging in one of my many vices: David Lynch's Twin Peaks, specifically its second season. The sad thing about the second season of Twin Peaks, though, is that the series decided it was ending at episode 16 or 17. CBS decided the series was ending at episode 29. So, you're eight episodes into the second season and there's nowhere to go but down. It's sort of like watching Harry grow up after Voldemort's been defeated. You just don't care how messy his hair looks.
This is how I predict the remainder of Twin Peaks will go. If you have not seen it and would like to, you should stop reading now.
Sheriff Truman: Well, Agent Cooper, it looks like your hocus pocus solved the murder after all.
Deputy Andy: Who would've thought it was her father all along!
Sheriff Truman: I never should've doubted your keen detective abilities.
Agent Cooper: Oh, no need to apologise, Harry! After all, doubt is the only real enemy of us all. And sugared coffee.
Truman/Andy: HA HA HA! WHAT A CARD!
Lucy: Who wants donuts and a DNA test to determine the patronage of my baby?
Deputy Andy: Oo! Pick me!
Shelly: Oh, Bobby! You were so good in the Roadhouse scene! I knew I loved you for a reason.
Bobby: I thought you loved me for my fashion sense and devil-may-care attitude!
Eggplant!Leo: New shoes! New shoes!
Shelly: Oh, Bobby! Kiss me!
Bobby: Oh, Shelly! Yes!
THEY violently make out.
Eggplant!Leo: (drools.) I know I'm a bad actor, but this is ridiculous.
Donna: Oh, James! Don't leave me, James! Not at the time of our premature and completely pointless engagement!
Audrey: Shut the fuck up, Donna. At least he isn't old enough to be your father and constantly at threat due to his glorious but insanely dangerous job.
Donna: What?
Audrey: ...Smoking makes you hotter.
James: (sadly perishing in a tribute to Easy Rider.)
Log Lady: Talk to my wood, bitch!
That's for you, playwright friends. That's for you.
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