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Feeling grey and heavy, like those clouds out thereLike nearly everyone else I've heard from (or read diaries of) lately, I'm sick. Ugh. I *never* get colds anymore, partially thanks to my "magic herb" (Astragalus, guys - come on! nothing illegal, I promise...), but I'm all stuffy and coughy today. And really lethargic, for the past couple days. I even got a flu shot last week! Dammit. Maybe it's the weather - it's rainy but unseasonably warm, supposed to get cold again tonight. Lots of up & down.
I'm concerned for Shannon; there seems to be former-relationship drama happening for her, and I want to be able to help. We're not as close as we used to be, so we don't talk about these things much, but I hope I can be there for her somehow. I feel her pain - I know how much angry words can hurt, and how hard it can be to move on. Oy.
Bad Santa is pretty funny. Sick and twisted and dark, but funny. Billy Bob Thornton is damn fabulous. The movie was a relief to see after my bad experience with Love, Actually the night before. I needed a healthy dose of bitter cynicism and irreverence. Certainly not a work of art, but worth seeing.
Thanks J for the phone call last night, it made me happy in my slightly ill state. I'm glad you're in my life, let's keep it that way.
No more energy at the moment...and another show to do tonight...I'm gonna need some help. Send me some good vibes.