Sleeptastic Time Killer
I should go to bed now. It's been a long day but I need to be up for a little while longer. I should stay up until I know that enough time has passed that you're home. Since that's the case, I'm here. Hello Livejournal. Lemme chat your ear off for a couple of minutes.
I saw my aunt for the first time since the car accident yesterday. I was relieved to see that she looks just fine. Well, fine relative to her situation. I was worried that she would look horribly marred and unrecognizable but thankfully the full extent of the damages were all in her foot, her knees and her arm. Despite the fact that she's okay, she's still weak and weepy right now but that's to be expected.
My uncle was a bear when he got to the hospital. He was pretty pissy that no one had been up to see my aunt but in a rare case of my mom being right, there wasn't much for anyone to do before now. She'd been slated for surgery for days and she'd been hopped up on painkillers since she got to the hospital. It can be a little bit off putting but mostly I found it sad. My uncle was just horribly unhappy and there was no way to make him feel better. His wife was suffering and he felt shitty for not being there for her.
Thankfully the injuries will heal.
I'm so looking forward to sleeping tomorrow. It will be good times. Right up until I have to work. Blah.
I've recently been called out on the shamefulness of my movie collection. It has been implied that the films that I have in my home are, in fact, terrible. Now I dispute this. I know that some people might think that cinema should be a moving showcase of the acting and directing talents of the people involved. I suppose that's one way to look at it but I can't help but think that there's something wonderfully sublime about seeing people who are inept at acting or directing (or both) commit their sins against celluloid with such reckless abandon. It's art at its finest. That or maybe it's just hilarious to watch a bad movie about a guy who ends up losing both his hands to a bunch of thugs only to become a human cyborg synthesizer and watch as he takes over the illegal rave scene. (Yes, this is a real premise from a real movie that I actually own.)
Falling asleep on my keyboard now. I should go. :P
I saw my aunt for the first time since the car accident yesterday. I was relieved to see that she looks just fine. Well, fine relative to her situation. I was worried that she would look horribly marred and unrecognizable but thankfully the full extent of the damages were all in her foot, her knees and her arm. Despite the fact that she's okay, she's still weak and weepy right now but that's to be expected.
My uncle was a bear when he got to the hospital. He was pretty pissy that no one had been up to see my aunt but in a rare case of my mom being right, there wasn't much for anyone to do before now. She'd been slated for surgery for days and she'd been hopped up on painkillers since she got to the hospital. It can be a little bit off putting but mostly I found it sad. My uncle was just horribly unhappy and there was no way to make him feel better. His wife was suffering and he felt shitty for not being there for her.
Thankfully the injuries will heal.
I'm so looking forward to sleeping tomorrow. It will be good times. Right up until I have to work. Blah.
I've recently been called out on the shamefulness of my movie collection. It has been implied that the films that I have in my home are, in fact, terrible. Now I dispute this. I know that some people might think that cinema should be a moving showcase of the acting and directing talents of the people involved. I suppose that's one way to look at it but I can't help but think that there's something wonderfully sublime about seeing people who are inept at acting or directing (or both) commit their sins against celluloid with such reckless abandon. It's art at its finest. That or maybe it's just hilarious to watch a bad movie about a guy who ends up losing both his hands to a bunch of thugs only to become a human cyborg synthesizer and watch as he takes over the illegal rave scene. (Yes, this is a real premise from a real movie that I actually own.)
Falling asleep on my keyboard now. I should go. :P