Well, dear readers, I am operating on little sleep – I’ll be taking out Little Sleep’s appendix and let me tell you, that appendix is riddled with errors and an appendectomy is just what the doctor ordered and I, being a certified appendix doctor, will perform the deed and Little Sleep will be the better for it, as will I and if anyone has a clew as to what the HELL I’m talking about in this incredibly long pointless run-on sentence, please keep it to yourself. Ah, finally, a period to end the madness. Not only did I have little sleep – about three and a half hours, I woke at four-thirty because I had a horrid allergy attack. I was attacked and my nose was blown repeatedly over the next three hours. The odd part was that I sensed it was coming on at midnight and took a twenty-four-hour Claritin-D, which was obviously taking forever to kick in. It didn’t really abate until about ten in the morning. And as I write these here notes, I’ve been sneezing, so I just took a twelve-hour Claritin-D because my CVS never EVER has the twenty-four-hour version, whereas every other branch does. Anyway, from four-thirty to about six-thirty, despite a lot of blown noses, I’d wind up to a sneeze, but the damn sneeze wouldn’t come. Have you ever had that happen? It is so irritating. And so, bleary-eyed, I got dressed and headed to the bank, so I’d be there when it opened at nine. Usually, there’s a little line of folks waiting to get in, knowing full well that the early bid catches the worm. But I was there first and by the time they opened the door there was only one other fellow behind me. I got to a teller, we did the transfer, it took all of thirty seconds, and I was out the door and back in the new motor car. I drove to the CVS and got not only the Claritin-D, which now costs forty bucks – you heard that right, forty bucks – thankfully, I had a 30% off coupon and my monthly ten bucks off, plus some rewards dollars, so it only cost twenty. I also picked up two light bulbs. I came home and put the new light bulb in the book room. I thought there were two bulbs in there and that one of them had bit the dust because it was so damn dim in there, but it’s only one bulb and I guess that bulb was about to completely give up the ghost. The new bulb is great and once again you can actually see things in there.
After that, I tried going back to sleep to no avail, even though the Claritin-D was finally starting to work. So, I just fooled around on the computer, then had two nice helpings of tuna pasta salad, which was good, although I must say that nothing has been tasting very good for the past week or so, which is probably all stress related. After that, I sat on my couch like so much tired fish and managed to finish watching Joker: Folie a Deux, a truly bad movie. As I mentioned, I simply cannot stomach Joaquin Phoenix and I’m not all that enamored of Lady Gaga either. It’s so dreary and the endless songs are just ridiculous and hearing Phoenix wait his way through them was, for me, excruciating. That it was a huge, humungous box office bomb is no surprise. I’m told there were many walkouts and ever booing. Of course, already the usuals have come out proclaiming it a camp masterpiece. I don’t think so, and I don’t care who knows it. Then whilst trying to find something else to watch, I dozed off for about thirty minutes. I finally chose Night Watch, a thriller starring Miss Elizabeth Taylor, Laurence Harvey, and Billie Whitelaw, based on a flop thriller play by Lucille Fletcher, which starred Joan Hackett on Broadway. It’s pretty bad, but certainly watchable. I have no doubt the play is better than the film, as Miss Fletcher was very good at this sort of thing, having written two great radio plays, Sorry, Wrong Number and The Hitchhiker, the latter of which became a classic Twilight Zone episode with Inger Stevens. She was also married for a time to one Bernard Herrmann. Oh, I did watch a new movie called The Performance, starring Jeremy Piven and directed by his sister Shira, but I have too much to say about it and wil save it for tomorrow’s notes.
I had a bit more tuna pasta salad, one chocolate donut and one of the Darling Daughter’s thin little cookies. That was the food for the day. And here we are, hoping that the twelve-hour Claritin-D kicks in pretty soon so I can get some damn sleep.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, which is nothing, not sure if I can eat any more tuna pasta salad and may just trot over to Ralph’s and perhaps get a nice steak or something like that. We shall see. I’ll call the mail place to see if anything is there, although I’m really not expecting anything, and then I’ll just watch, listen, and relax.
The weekend is more of the same and then we’re counting down to 2025, including our Annual New Year’s Rockin’ Eve Bash, the best partay in town for watching balls drop and being safe and sound.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, have a ME day, maybe get a steak at Ralph’s and broil that sucker right here, see if there’s anything at the mail place and if there is, go get it, and then I’ll watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/Blu and Ray/streaming player? I’ll start – I have no idea. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping that we have no replay of to sneeze or not to sneeze.