sickly

Today marks day three of being quarantined at home with a nasty cold and splitting headache.

I awoke this morning and stumbled out of my room after calling the boss man to tell himthat I wouldn't be heading into the office, only to be greeted by the wailing of the house alarm. Apparently, my sister turned it on, not realizing that I was still alseep in bed when she left the house. Anyway, I enter teh code to disarm the system, get a call from the alarm company and give them the secret code to let them know that everything's alright. Everything under control, or so I thought.

The phone rings a few more times and the doorbell rings, but I ignore them both because I'm sick and don't feel like dealing with telemarketers or door-to-door canvassers. So instead, I plop myself down in front of the TV and start watching one of the DVDs that I rented. A few minutes later, I hear some rumbling outside, and then, a uniformed cop appears at the patio door. Turns out, I gave the wrong secret code to the alarm company, and the cops came to investigate. He climbed over the fence and into the backyard to gain entry and was sort of surprised to see me watching TV in the den. I went and got some ID and explained the whole situation, which seemed to placate him. It did manage to infuse a jolt of excitement to my otherwise boring day at home though.

Rather than do anything remotely useful or productive, I pretty much surrendered myself in front of the television and watched movies and bad daytime TV for the past three days. I had hoped the Angels in America DVD would be on the shelves at the video store, so that I could watch all six hours of it in one sitting, but it was out. I opted for a smattering of other selections in its place:

Mambo Italiano
Blast!
I'm the One that I Want
Igby Goes Down
Virgin Suicides
A Home at the End of the World
(after first finishing the novel by Michael Cunnigham, of course)
Bollywood/Hollywood

I'm too lazy to write reviews for any of them. All were generally good, but A Home at the End of the World was particularly so. A well-writted screenplay, ballanced by some very nuanced performances. I didn't even mind the plot changes and character omissions made to the novel in order to bring the work to screen.

Unless I take a turn for the worse, I head back to the office tomorrow to face all sorts of calamity, no doubt. I've kinda gotten used to lazing around at home with nothing to do but fold laundry and watch movies, but one more day of mind numbing boredom, and I think I will go crazy.


To Be Real :: Cheryl Lynn