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I left work at noon today, follow my trail:

Yeppers… the joy!

Looks like a CT Scan and a 24 hour urine sample are in order as my kidney stones might be active all over again…

Today while browsing, I read DR’s blog post about B9′s Day Out and I didn’t get it at all… when did he start referring about himself as B9???

Don’t be fooled by all the clever photoshop, here’s the real story:

Yesterday I stayed home from work… For a few days now I’ve been feeling the effect of a bad cold with a bad sore throat, but on Wednesday night, I could feel my sinuses getting stuffed and the horrible headache that come with it… I went to bed around 10 pm which is the norm for me. Fearing that this would be the night it would start the post nasal dripping, therefore inducing night coughing, DR suggested that I rubbed my feet with Vicks Vap-O-Rub and put on socks to sleep, he’s read somewhere that this would prevent the coughing fit in the middle of the night.

I woke up at 1:43, not able to breath properly, my nose all plugged up, head banging like a constant midnight at Notre-Dame… I made my way to the washroom and took some DayQuil pills, it is the only thing I found works for me. After blowing my nose a dozens of time, I make my way back to bed. DR is still sleeping soundly. Luckyyyyyyy.

I laid there for a bit, tissue in hand, wiping and blowing. It just won’t stop. The headache won’t go away either. I get up again to go blow my nose outside the bedroom, it’s so loud… And again… And again…

I came back in the bedroom at 2:24, fully awake by then after a half hour of nose-blowing. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I noticed DR was not sleeping as soundly as before so I cautiously say: “I can’t sleep, do you mind if I watch TV?” He grunted something back, I translated it that it was ok… And then , the TV marathon of my Thursday started:

First I watched the end of The Boston Strangler with Tony Curtis. I had seen that movie when I was much younger and never since. I was happily surprised the great use of split-screening. That was followed by a “Making Off” documentary of The Boston Strangler in which they talked how this movie was supposed to revive Curtis’ career but didn’t when he wasn’t nominated for an Oscar, but also the director explained the many use of split-screening…

After that the very classic Carrie came on. I’ve always like that movie. Plug it up, plug it up, plug it up!

Then I noticed it was 5:03 and should try to get some sleep, I laid on my stomach with the hope that the dripping would continue to come out my nose and not go down my throat. I woke up an hour later, totally plugged up again, head still banging. I went to the office and called work to say I wouldn’t be coming in.

DR was supposed to get up at 5:30 to go to the gym but I guess he had a restless night so he stayed in bed until it was time to get ready for work.

I had turned on the television and was watching Breakfast Television while he was getting ready making his lunch. And then I got a bit colder and pulled on the sheet-duvet-blanket combo to cover my shoulders but for some reason all I managed to do was tear a big rip in the duvet with feathers flying about. I could’ve laughed, I evend couldn’t cried, but I was so drained by that time that all I could do was nothing. I continued to watch this brainless tv morning show. When DR got back in the room I told him what had happened and as he was leaving to go to work, he brought me the sewing kit and for 25 minutes, I patched back that stupid rip in the duvet, feathers all around… so fun. Since I couldn’t take anymore Breakfast Television, I tuned in to a Jeff Bridges movie called Blown Away… not good.

After I finished sewing, I had no choice but to get the vaccum out… which of course sent the cat in a freak panic as he hates the vaccum.

I was suddenly hungry. I made toasted a bagel and made myself a tea, and went back to bed with the breakfast. I didn’t feel like watching what was on tv so I went to get a couple of movies I owned but hadn’t watched yet. The first one was Les Plouffes, a Quebec made film from 1981 about a family living in Quebec City before and during the the second world war. The movie is almost 3 hours and is never boring, it’s a big slice of life that anyone coming from a French-Canadian background. All this time GeorgeHamilton sleeping curled up next to me.

When the movie finished, I made another bagel and another tea and blew my nose another dozens of time. I realized the headache was finally gone, unless I moved my head quickly that is. I then put on The Venture Bros. DR and I have been watching the first 2 season on DVD lately and I always fall asleep during the episodes, not because it’s not the best cartoon out there, it is, but because normally, I can’t watch tv in bed and not fall asleep within 10 minutes. So since we had only one episode left on the second season and it was a Part 2, I decided to watch the Part 1 episode again, for the 3rd time and try to make it without snoring before the end. I did it. That show is very funny if you ever get your hands on it…

Next on the list was Young Sherlock Holmes, a movie I saw mid-80′s and couldn’t remember much about it until I read a review of it in a magazine a few months back. I saw it at HMV for $6 and bought it. I put it on and withing 15 minutes, I was sleeping, well, in and out of sleep, but enough to not really follow the movie… I woke up for the big fight at the end… Hungry.

I got up and made myself a comfort-food snack: a peanut butter – jelly sandwich with an herbal tea… and took it all to bed with me. GeorgeHamilton joined me once again. It was 2:37 by then. I decided to give my Charlie’s Angels DVD a chance and watched 4 episodes while waiting for DR to come home. I made popcorn in between 2 episodes but couldn’t really eat any. DR came home and took care of dinner which was great and we ate in bed watching the end of the Charlies Angels episodes, which he hates, but did a lot of surfing on his iPhone. Life was good, even with nose blowing and body aching.

At 7:30, I took my sorry ass out of bed and moved to the living room so we could watch Survivor on the bigger tv. After Survivor was CSI, which I went back to watch in bed, took some more DayQuil and finally fell asleep again shortly after, usually I never make it to the end of CSI when watching it in bed.

This morning I woke up stuffed up but no headache. I’m about to jump in the shower to get ready for work. Let’s see how the day goes, but I know it will not be one of those luxurious lazy day in front of the tv…

I had not done this in a long, long, long time. I only use the term luxurious for this lazy day because I didn’t have anyone yell at me for getting their speeding tickets, or having their license suspended… The only people yelling at me all day long were actors and I gladly let them.

OK, let’s get one thing straight. I’ve never read the Watchmen book, I never intend to read the Watchmen book, in fact I probably would’ve never heard of the Watchmen book if it wasn’t one of DR’s ultimate favourite comic books…

But just like 300 and V for Vendetta before that, I went to see the movie with him and totally loved it. A real feast for the senses.

Even though Watchmen’s very involved story is told in multiple flashbacks and could be somewhat hard to follow if you started daydreaming at any time, the director’s well paced storytelling kept me interested at all time, as the rest of the audience who was mercifully silent for the entire run.

I also believe that the movie benefits from the mostly unknown cast as we’re not wasting anytime trying to compare them to past performances. It certainly helps very much that this mostly unknown cast can really act, a movie like that could’ve have been silly very fast with a “medium to bad” performance from any of the actors .

At 2hr 43min, the film is long but always entertaining, and definitely worth seeing on the big screen for it’s continuous special effects. And, I must add, for Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s gorgeous face.

Last Friday afternoon, just because they have nothing else to worry about, management decided to do a musical desk number on some of us in my unit… Don’t ask why, I honestly do not know, it seems to be something they like to do to keep thing fresh… as if I would suddenly love my job more because I’m sitting in a different corner, it’s still the same old job… but on the other hand, it’s one hell of a good reason to wear jeans to work, so I’m in.

So this morning I show up in my jeans and right away this crass co-worker asks: “did you get permission to wear jeans?” Without blinking, my big bear of a co-worker snapped: “I move, I jeans”. (I love it when people cleverly use a noun as a verb and I love it even more when it shuts up the other party)… That, set the mood for the rest of the morning.

So I packed my things, got out my Mr. Net Wipes and started cleaning the surfaces, computer, keyboard, mouse, telephone, inside the drawer… See, I had found out that my other-even-more-crass coworker was moving into my spot and I didn’t want any reason to have him squeal out loud, which is totally retarded because when I got all my stuff to my new desk, I had to redo the whole cleaning again as it was, well, deserted in a hurry…

And then it started… the shaking of the cube… as if the cleaning team from Silkwood was hard at work… I looked up and saw that same asshole wearing Playtex plastic gloves, with a bucket steaming of hot water and detergent and a big sponge, scrubbing as if his life depended on it. Trust me, when I left that work station, CSI couldn’t have found a fingerprint, it was full of shiny spotlessness. He was at it for at least 45 minutes… and it dawned on me that we don’t even have these kind of cleaning supplies at work, which means he brought this all from his home. Can people really be that much of a bigot??

So I turned to my big bear of a coworker and asks: “Is he afraid I left some “gay” at that desk?.

Now, as insulting as this was, I started to think that it was pretty funny in the end… I seriously think he just wanted an excuse to actually not do any work all morning… but then again, this is the same person who told me he didn’t know what to say when I told him I was married to another guy and not a girl when he asked me my wife’s name two days after I started this job after noticing my wedding band.

If you ever meet me and want to see magic, I’m your guy. I can turn my already-serious face to my “get-the-fuck-away-from-me-or-I’ll-dismantle-your-entire-body” face in a millisecond, just by witnessing one of these two things:

1. If I seem in a regular serious mood, don’t come up to me and say: “smile!” #18… that just sends me… fuck I hate it when people do that, as if all of a sudden I’ll realize that I have absolutely no worries and was just being selfish and really should let everyone enjoy my smiles… fuck off already, I smile when people give me a reason to smile…

OR

2. When you enter a place, don’t be a douche and go: “HellOOOOooo” like they do in movies and shit, you know the one I mean when someone enters an apartment and want to make their presence known and they almost sing the word “hello”?… I’d sooner rather hear: “Hey Lucy, I’m a hOOOOmooo” or “Where’s my dinner bitch!”. There’s at least a trace of humour in there and am most likely to respond that I’m in the living room watching the tele or in the kitchen making a gin & tonic or in the crapper making a.. well, you know…