My new hibernation routine is as follows….wake up at 6.15 and lament till 6.30 how much it sucks to be poor and have to work for a living. Walk to the subway, the whole time cursing my parents for not immigrating to Australia. Get on the subway, and try and stay as far away from anyone who happens to cough or sneeze….since I am now paranoid by about my “BAD LUCK.”
Sit at work for eight hours, procrastinating because it really is WAY too cold to actually work. At 4.30 gleefully head home, to have a hot shower and get under my covers.
I simply can’t understand my foolish friends (YOU KNOW WHO U ARE) planning parties and calling me up to “Hang Out” It is minus thirty five. It is too cold to Hang Anything Anywhere. Go Home and Sleep, call me in a Month. Unless you happen to be of the opposite Sex, good looking, have buns of steel and are willing to get under the covers with me, then please by all means call me to “Hang Out.” (Read this part in soft raspey voice.)
I watched Babel last night which is a newer version of Crash. Same idea…same connect the dots process. Did anyone else watch it? Did they paint those wrinkles on Brad? He sure looked old. And I really need a second opinion on this: did anyone else get creeped out by the last scene with the dad? Or was that just me?