I was ill today, and didn’t make it into work. Last night when I got home from dinner with Willy & Chris I was so sick. Violently ill. The only other time that I have thrown up in the last ten years (even longer) was after our work Christmas party last year. Actually, not even after. While I was STILL THERE. Passed out in the bathroom. It was the horrible cheap wine that did it, and now I can’t drink wine without it reminding me of that night. Yucky. But yeah, anyway, last night I threw up, and this morning. I felt a little better after each time, but then would go back to feeling horrible soon enough. Then I had the bright idea to go back to sleep while I was still feeling relatively okay, and then I woke up about five hours later feeling somewhat more human than I had. Now I feel slightly sick and extremely exhausted. I will go to bed soon, but there were a couple of things I wanted to post about first.
Firstly, while I was away from work today, Calum acted up and requisitioned a mask from Gail (reasons for Gail having this mask in the first place were not explained, and Calum told me to stop asking so many questions about it. But I ask questions! That’s what I do!) And they got a photo of it.
Also it was sent to my phone, but I can’t get MMS because I’m using a ye olde Nokia craphone right now, on loan from the Optus Store while my phone either gets fixed or replaced (fingers crossed on replaced!). So I keep getting these messages that are from “99″ and say “message cannot be displayed”. I haven’t yet tried to retrieve them from Optuszoo, I’m not sure if that is a possibility. I will check after I finish this post. Other messages in the inbox, I discovered, are left on there from the person who last got this phone on loan. I’ll have to remember to delete the messages from the phone before I give it back. But then again maybe I’ll leave them on there, so that people can read them and get half the story of random occurrences in my uber interesting life.
Before I took my phone in to get fixed, Brooke MMSed me pictures of my kitten that I don’t have yet because it was only born two weeks ago:
Cute! It looks as though the winning name is “Napoleon”. Rosie wanted me to name it “Button”, because ages ago I said that if I ever got a new pet I would call it “Button”, because it would be cute as a button. But if you look at that kitten, I think that calling it Button would be stating the obvious. Also, it might end up being shortened to BUTT, and I don’t want to do that to the poor defenceless animal.
I’m sure there is a special place in hell reserved for those that don’t think of the possible nasty nicknames a kid could get before naming them. (For further examples of this, please see the hotlinks on College Humor… this site is sometimes funny, but most of the time makes me lose faith in the human race.)
I watched Azumi 2 on Wednesday night, when Brian & David were over. They all watched V for Vendetta. I was thinking that I might want to get V for Vendetta one day, so I didn’t want to watch it again. I started watching it and then got bored so I watched Azumi 2 instead. I don’t think I saw the ending. Sometimes I have trouble sitting right through movies. I’ll get up and walk around and miss a whole chunk. With Azumi 2, it didn’t matter, because it was just like a live-action anime. Cool as. I love the whole feudal Japan feel of it. Check out these promo caps from the movie:
Cooool. Anime style. The movies don’t have big budgets, but I think they’ve done fairly well with what they had. It really is just like a cartoon. When someone gets shot, they do the whole blood spurting out like a fountain, and everyone dies with this really shocked look on their face, like they never saw it coming even though their careers involve deliberately placing themselves in life-threatening situations every day.
For some reason I looked up that “every time you masturbate, god kills a kitten” thing on wikipedia (here if you’re curious). I can’t remember why. I think just because the picture seemed so funny, that there were domo-kuns in the background, and the kitten doesn’t look like he’s afraid of them at all. There are a couple of different images..
But check this out:
I have a key of the domo-kun kitten! =^_^= Awesomo Powaaaaaaa!
And for another pointless exercise: Lauren’s cat Peepee (AKA PeeDoll, Doll, People, Peephole, Pole, Polap) loves me and won’t leave me alone. He sits outside my door and scratches, and it used to be just because he either wanted food, or wanted to be let out or let downstairs, but now it’s just because he wants to come in and sleep on the end of my bed:
But he hates poor Deedee (AKA Dinna, Deedee, Dee, Deedoll, Gomenschnala). Here is the proof:
In case you can’t tell what that is, it’s a picture of Deedee that was stuck on the wall beside my door. There are four pictures up there (there used to be five. Peepee has already ruined one of them beyond repair) and now there will only be three. I haven’t taken it down yet because I don’t want Peepee to have the satisfaction of knowing he’s forced Dinna’s memory further into the depths of forgotten history. Lauren said that Peepee was just trying to hug Deedee, but his claws got in the way. Well, I say that cats don’t have retractable claws for nothing. He could have kept them hidden if he had wanted to. No, what was done was very much intentional. I won’t hold it against him though; I understand that it must have been difficult living in the shadow of such a super duper cat as Deedee.
Ok. That’s enough crap. I’m going to sleep (hopefully).
(That’s a dumb thing to say. It’s such a blanket excuse for not trying.) It’s going to be fun to go out with everyone. We don’t do it often enough. Even though I will be so broke and not even able to buy one drink,
