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04252017-02


-- चार हजार और अस्सी छः --


I was going to take myself to see The Circle after work last night, even though I knew not to expect it to be very good: its score on MetaCritic is 43/100. I was even going to state with my review that I was throwing a bone to all the whiners who complain about how I give decent-to-good grades to movies I go see. (I don't know how many times I have to repeat this: you want to see more bad reviews? Fucking pay me to watch shitty movies! I have no obligation to purchase tickets to movies I already know will be bad.) But I was still intrigued by the concept, even if it is maybe ten years dated, and thought I might see for myself -- especially since I only managed to go see five movies in the entire month of April and I feel like starting to catch up a bit.

But, then Shobhit managed to convince me to change my mind. It didn't take much effort. He looked up the movie on iMDB and saw that its user rating there was 5.2/10, and he was understandably baffled as to why I would waste my time (and money) with it. "You could stay home and watch TV, and spend time with me," he said. A solid argument.

So, instead of going to that movie, I finished my veggie hot dog while we watched Wednesday's episode of Modern Family and then Wednesday's episode of Harlots (a movie I only got into because Ivan wanted to check it out; and he checked out after the first episode, but I have continued to find it a very good show), and then we worked on the day's New York Times crossword puzzles.

I tried to consider what else to watch after that. Shobhit said, "You want to write something?" I said, "Write what?" He reminded me that I keep talking about wanting to write again.

So, actually, that's exactly what I did. I spent the better part of an hour writing fiction. It resulted in less than a page and a half of text, but you know what? I'm really, really happy with it so far. I might actually get a short story written this year, for the first time in literally ten years.

-- चार हजार और अस्सी छः --


04252017-28


-- चार हजार और अस्सी छः --


I then went to bed, feeling a little shitty. I had a noticeably sudden onslaught of soreness in my throat over the course of about an hour or two while I was hanging out in the living room with Shobhit. He's convinced it was because I walked home in the rain, which is preposterous. When is he going to learn that colds are viruses and you don't catch viruses in rain? My thinking is that I may have caught a cold from someone at Seattle Steamworks, where I went on Wednesday evening for a bit of fun. Even that may be wrong; I could even have caught a cold from someone at work. Mimi is out all week due to having a bad cold, apparently.

In any case, I did not sleep particularly well last night, and woke up several times. My throat is slightly less uncomfortable now, and I don't feel nearly as shitty today as I feared I might once I woke up this morning. Much to my relief, I'm getting a fairly strong feeling that this is one of those unusually brief bugs that I may be rid of in just a few days. Please, let it be one of those!

In the meantime I'm pounding extra vitamins and Emergen-C and honey lemon Echinacea cough drops and hot tea. It’s a party down my throat! Wait that sounds vaguely . . . um

-- चार हजार और अस्सी छः --


04252017-24

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positive energy please