Yesterday was pure hell as far as physical pain goes. I spent most of it on the couch, but when I did get up to use the bathroom or step out for a smoke, I needed my cane even just for that. I ended up mostly just laying on the couch making ungodly noises and watching movies that nijawial
kindly put in and took out of the DVD player for me.
It started a couple of days ago, but it was just the normal 'grawr, annoying!' pain. But as it's getting colder, and the rain is coming once more, I'm in for the pain that comes from the cold season. That's the worst of the pains there is.
But at least before I was rendered an invalid, I had a great day! Went shopping at this great thrift store with nijawial
! Got myself some cool jars and beakers and bottles, plus a beautiful blazer, some blouses, a gorgeous faux fur vintage coat and a sword.
Yes, a sword. It was only 16 dollars, and it has a lovely hilt and scabbard, and I know people who can easily clean up the blade. And the colors make it perfect for my Citan cosplay.
Then we headed to Pudge and Asti's for delicious om noms and delightfully potent drinks - at least for me and enigmablade
. Then the usual epic cracktastic fun was had, and we made our traditional drunken Wal*Mart run where we found more awesome decorations for cheap. And enigmablade
and I had way too much fun in the Halloween aisle with the masks and the weapons.
But around that time the pain got unbearable and I started spasming and that was that. I retired to the couch as soon as we got home, and we played Mario Kart and watched some more Venture Bros, and then bid farewell to our friends.
Yesterday, as I mentioned, was spent on the couch. Watched The Omen - the remake, which was wonderfully done - watched Secondhand Lions - not one of my horror lineup, but Nija recommended it as just a damn good movie, and I quite enjoyed it - and then Riding the Bullet. Which...I don't know. Generally Mick Garris is something of a God when it comes to Stephen King adaptations. He has a knack of keeping the feel and atmosphere, even when changes are necessary. Riding the Bullet? Reminded me at first of a quirky 80s John Cusack movie, and then just a generic scare flick. The scenes in the car with Staub were well done and followed the original, and the acting was good, but.... I don't know. It was like two different movies shoved into one and next to none of it had that Stephen King feel. After that it was America's Ten Top Haunted attractions, and we've decided to save up for a trip to Texas and Thrillvania next year!
My back still hurts - as well as my hips and legs - but it's bearable and I'm mobile.
Oh, and last but not least, Happy Birthday lacidiana
! I hope you have a good one!