Hiding

Hiding out today. Should be at work. Called in instead. Can't really claim actual illness, just general ickiness. And being quietly at home helps. TMI PMS symptoms, but no progress toward the end of that process. Can't pretend I'm saying the pledge of allegiance all day long, just to protect from accidental bumps to a painful area, even for one as flat chested as myself. Which is part of why I'm so sure this is all hormonal wackiness. I did warn D about the potential moodiness, and I do fess up to emotional fraying. I try so hard not to dump on him, but sometimes it sloshes.

Just read Lucky Man, the Michael J. Fox memoir. Not ideal writing, but very amusing in so many places, worth the read. Now on to a biography of Charles Fort. Hey, I was in that part of the library. Watching The Adventures of Buckaroo Bonzai Across the Eighth Dimension, a movie I fell utterly in love with when it first came out, and it still draws me in. Christopher Lloyd and Jeff Goldblum especially. Because, no matter where you go, there you are.