19 May
Yeah yeah yeah, I'll get the hand checked out.
It still hurts, though I can type fine now, I still can't grip very well, which means that when I would have to write with a pen, it looked rather like the work of a five-year-old, as I had to hold the pen so loosely.
Also on Monday, Molly cut her hand and had to have stitches, and yesterday The Raccoon kept hurting her hand, she bruised it and then cut it.
It's not a good couple of days for the health of the hands of people in my personal circle.
So on Monday, on my way to rehearsal, I stopped off at the UA on 14th St. and got my Star Wars ticket.
I had heard from several sources that the UA wasn't yet sold out (I think because they're showing it in the entire fourteen-plex), and I finally let go of my dream of seeing it in the Ziegfeld.
They had many screening still open, mostly during work hours, and I could have gotten tickets for the 5a screening this morning, but decided that I wasn't completely crackers.
So I'm going at noon on Thursday and going into work at 3p. The Raccoon told me that she was not telling The Evil Overlord that I was taking half a day off because of a movie, but that I have to take care of some personal business.
Which isn't exactly a lie, it is important personal business, making certain that I see it before it gets ruined for me by every magazine and TV show on earth!
So yesterday, Tracing and I went to the movies, after I had determined that she wasn't actually dead.
I rang her at work and asked for her, and the guy who picked up said "Sure, you can speak to...o wait, she's in meetings all morning," which I thought sounded mighty suspicious.
I left the message "Tracing, it's me Kymm. Are you dead? The only reason I ask is because your last journal entry practically talked about what you did for New Years Eve, and the guy who picked up the phone sounded very shifty, as though he had killed you and buried you in a shallow grave somewhere and was trying to cover his trail by pretending that you were in a 'meeting'. If you are actually still among the living, you wanna see Tea With Mussolini tonight?"
Well, she was alive after all and she did want to see the flick. Apparently, for those of us who wonder where the hell her entries are, she's been very busy.
Ha! Ha I say and I say Ha again! No such thing as too busy to update, that's my motto.
The movie was extremely good.
I had heard both that it was ghastly and that it was brilliant, so I knew that it wouldn't be ordinary, whatever it was. I leaned more towards brilliant, though I agreed wholeheartedly with one pan that said that the teen boy sucked rotten eggs, which he did most noisily. As I said to Tracing, were I Franco Zeffirelli and I were casting someone to play me, I'd make certain that he could act.
But besides him, everyone else was wonderful. Cher, Judi Dench, Maggie Smith, Joan Plowright. It reminded me of Hope and Glory, one of my favourite films.
My Mom loved it, because the ladies refusing to move reminded her of her mom (see that year ago today link, funnily enough) refusing to leave the house when the Germans came to take it from them, so they just moved in with them instead!
Today's horoscope:
A friend is extra sensitive and anything you say can and will be held against you. Don't take it personally; this too shall pass.
One year ago today:
And what a beacon of mediocrity it is now.
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