i feel really washed out today. my sinuses were horrible yesterday for some reason so i spent the entire day sneezing and blowing my nose. i had to sleep sitting up or else i couldn’t breathe. it sucked. i choked back two nasty cups of lemsip (that’s like theraflu for you americans) and that seemed to help. can’t tell the brit that the lemsip helped. every time i have a sniffle, he insists i drink it. he loves the stuff. he’d drink it like a cup of tea even if he weren’t sick. i think it’s nasty and smells like lemon furniture polish so i refuse to drink it but i begrudgingly admit that it works. another “cure” that the Brit had was to not blow my nose and let it run. he’s reading I Claudius right now and that was one of the things that Claudius’ greek doctors recommended. like i’m going to take the advice of ancient romans that ate peacock tongues and married their sisters… okay, i admit i tried it for ten minutes. i was desparate. it didn’t work.
i am feeling much better today but my nose is sore and i’m really sleepy. i stayed up until 3am drinking lemsip, trying to breathe and watching Judge Judy and Jerry Springer. i just want the day to end.
so here’s a rundown of the weekend.
friday night
the Brit had leaving drinks for someone at work so i had the night to myself. i bought myself a bottle of wine and finished about 3/4 of it by the time the Brit got home at 10pm. i also watched two Ms Marple movies and ate cereal for dinner with my wine (mind you, it’s friday night) thus cementing my title for “lamest person ever” (until the Brit does something to take away my title. please read on, i’m sure it’ll happen).
saturday
the weather sucked. we had tickets to see Phedre at the cinema. the Brit was really looking forward to it and i was getting grouchy just thinking about walking in the wind/rain. to curb my grouchiness, the Brit turned on the next episode of “house of elliot” (i am a sucker for costume dramas) and i forgot all about being bratty for an hour. i spent 45 minutes trying to figure out which of my pajamas looked the least like pajamas but then realised it didn’t really matter since i’d be wearing a coat and the theatre would be dark anyway. then i had thoughts of Lifetime/Hallmark movies i watched on my days off where the housewife doesn’t care how she looks anymore so her husband ends up sleeping with the super hot babysitter. not like it’ll ever happen (the kids, the babysitter or the brit cheating) but it went through my head so i put on a pair of jeans. i wore slippers.
Phedre was really good. i quite liked it. i read it in French when i was in school so it was nice to hear it done in english. people were randomly laughing at times when nothing funny was happening which i found a bit annoying. the dude sitting across the aisle from me fell asleep and he was snoring through most of it and people kept fiddling with noisy wrappers. it was like the typical opera crowd.
that night we watched Moliere (because we were feeling so french). i read the misanthrope and tartuffe in school… but have no idea what they are about because i had to read them in french. the movie offered no insights but it was still good.
the Brit also spent about a gazillion hours trying to catch a chicken-like creature on his video game (or at least it seemed like a gazillion hours). he has now hooked up the Gamecube to our TV but is obsessed with getting the same picture as with the Wii so he ordered a special cable from Japan. he is now the lamest person ever. my reign was short lived, but it always is with the Brit around.
sunday
in between sneezing and coughing, we watched the worst keanu reeve’s movie ever. i can’t even remember what it’s called. he played a corrupt cop who makes good. so bad. he’s not cut out for speaking roles. he will always be ted (or was he bill?). “i am a cop, dude.” doesn’t work for me.
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and now it’s monday. i’m wearing a skirt that i realise now, after sitting in it for 6 hours, is probably a bit too tight. i asked the Brit if it made me look like an overstuffed sausage and he said no. but i feel like an overstuffed sausage so now i wonder if the Brit even looked up from his Excel book this morning to look at me. i have a hole in the toe of my pantyhose and it’s cutting off the circulation of the one toe that has managed to bust through it. i tried to fix it during a meeting but wearing a too-tight skirt didn’t help. i was wriggling around trying to use my other foot to fix it and i almost slid off the seat. and then i kicked my shoe to the other side of the table and couldn’t reach it without completely submerging myself under the table so i had to wait until the meeting was over, pretend to shuffle my papers about as people started leaving the room and then crawl under the table to grab my shoe (and crawling in this skirt is no easy feat). i bumped my head. a great start to the week.
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