It seemed to be a Wednesday like any other. No, scratch that. A better Wednesday than most because I was able to cut out of work early and have a haircut in the late afternoon. Long and scraggly locks be gone. The way to a mo's heart? A good haircut. Can I get a "hell yeah!" from my sisters?
Anyhoo. Morgan and I went to the movies to see the very, very entertaining Tristram Shandy: A Cock And Bull Story. (Think a "Waiting For Guffman" or "Best In Show" style mock-umentary about the making of a historical drama. Very, very funny.) Afterwards we went to a local pasta place for a quick bite.
Do you see where this is going? Spaghetti with Marinara sauce. Later that evening, it was like I was in my own technicolour drama. Widescreen, and my seat was waaaay to close to the screen. There might have been wailing even, although the sort of wailing done with clenched jaw and clenched buttocks. Perhaps more of a keening... You would think I had changed religion from the amount of times oh God! passed my lips.
So I avoided having to be anywhere yesterday; work and The Internetz were all just too hard quite frankly. Today is much better. Whatever it was left my system, along with all my electrolytes and a couple of (hopefully) minor organs I think. Still, never mind. I'm sure they'll grow back.