Sick

Not just sick. Sick with a fever. Ugh. So I'm home from work today. And feel too crappy to do anything fun. LAAAAAAME.

Rain!

It's raining! It's raining!

Yes, I'm THAT happy about it.

:(

I know there was bad stuff (all the plastic surgery, for starters) and allegations of even worse stuff... but the truth is that doesn't change the fact that Michael Jackson made some amazing music. He pioneered things in dance that people will forever recognize as HIS. There are certain movements, certain outfits, certain things that no one will ever be able to do without being compared to him, without it being a reference to him.

And for all the bad stuff? Nobody can take away the good memories of my best friend and I renting Thriller for the millionth time and knowing we were seeing something cooler than anything else in the world. So right now I am sad, but I fully admit that I'm as much sad for all the memories I have of myself as a kid listening to his music as for the loss of the man himself. Crazy freakiness aside? The guy had some serious moments of genius.

Home Sick

I'm home sick today. :: sigh :: My chest is killing me, I feel icky... good times?

I guess the upside is that we had a preview of some movie channels this weekend, so I have random movies to watch while I'm sitting on the couch half asleep. Yes, I know, I'm whining. But I feel whiny. I'd honestly rather be at work doing a postcard or working on one of the calendars.

So today? Expect the potential for random, disjointed ramblings about what I'm watching. At the moment, I'm trying Final Destination despite my friend saying it was one of the worst movies she's ever seen. Wish me luck!