Saturday, November 10, 2007
Snide voice mails will not make me want to pick up the phone.
Have rented a couple of Grindhouse productions and those, on the other hand, make me want to blog. So far, Planet Terror with Bruce Willis and Freddy Rodriguez (of Six Feet Under fame) is, well, you know... gritty and gory and as cheesy as the box art. But with real talent on the roster.
I could be the only person I know who can salivate for BBQ ribs while watching a cannibal movie.
Just sayin.' A tad jaded.
I went into work Friday evening and the lights in the store were painful for the (thankfully-subsiding) migraine of the previous day. I've discovered that no-name extra strength acitominaphen (hope I spelled that correctly?) is more effective than Tylenol. Two days without coffee surely helped the headache go away, too... although I've known people who said caffeine withdrawal actually gives them a headache.
So I gambled, and brought a Starbucks iced frap with me. It was delicious.
And the evening at the store went by pretty well after only one crying spell! Just one!
I think I'm over the first phase of empty-nest shock now.
In fact, I saw the Teen today and he's in a good place. More on that eventually, prolly on the other blog which, apparently, more people read.