We're on the mend. Well, they're on the mend. I'm sick. Thought I was getting better yesterday, but not so fast, says The Bug(s). I never used to get sick like this. Sore throat, etc. Yech.
J wanted to watch a movie from beginning to end last night, and we looked at what we had from Netflix: 27 Dresses (why? do I click these?), Nashville (J not an Altman fan -- really, I know.), so we watched Shortbus last night. It couldn't have been a more unsuitable film for how I was feeling, though I still enjoyed it for its less corporeal elements, and it turns out that I know a couple of people who were in it. It was kind of like when we went to see Y Tu Mama Tambien in the middle of some experimental ambulatory IV therapy I was doing. Let me tell you, almost nothing can kill the mood like a bag of drugs hanging from a tube in your arm, so it was mostly about how happy we were for all those frolicking lovers on the screen finding true bliss; it just wasn't going to be any of the sort that we'd be experiencing anytime soon.
I did an odd little thing that's circulating around the blogoshpere (Did I actually just write that? I have a feeling I'm going to regret it.). It's a service that claims to analyze your blog. I guess you can't hide from your true nature, though some of the description makes me cringe and some of it really makes me laugh -- "not friends of many words?" My clients would love that one.
ISFP - The Artists
They often prefer working quietly, behind the scene as a part of a team. They tend to value their friends and family above what they do for a living.
Analysis
This show what parts of the brain that were dominant during writing.
And all this time, I thought myself the brooding intellectual type.