At a snail’s pace, I’m meandering about the domicile on this cloud-infested Tuesday morning, attempting an escape route from this hellish cold while appearing something of the near human.  

What better to do while living in a sick-girl bubble than to obscure myself in a pile of blankets, watch movies, and happily couch potato my way through the evening.  I hate to say it but You Don’t Mess with the Zohan was horrifically ridiculous (no suprise really) and while I usually enjoy Adam Sandler, especially in Spanglish… not so much this film.  There were one or two chuckles, but no cartwheels, albeit my current Sniffleupagus condition, blahbarianism, and downtrodden frame of mind could have something to do with it.  I admit. 

Enough movies, I’m thinking I have some DIY projects on the storefront… anything that doesn’t require actual physical labor or an iota of brainpower.  Obviously, it’s all I’m capable of doing at this particular juncture.

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