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I'm feeling mentally a little better since Andrew and I went to see his sister for her birthday, going out for a movie and a late lunch/early dinner. Positive human interaction helps a lot.

We saw Inglorious Basterds. It's your typical overly-violent, very odd Tarantino film. It didn't require a lot of brain cells or thinking and was very violent and too long because Tarantino has never heard of editing. Some of the goriest part were too much for me to handle and I covered my eyes/ears because I was kind of in a very triggery state.

If blood, beatings, and gore aren't really anything you can handle, skip it.

I wish a movie I actually felt like seeing would come out soon. I think Amelia might be nice, and I like Christopher Eccleston (he's my favorite actor) even though he seems to just be appearing in crap films now a days, which is sad. Because the man actually knows how to act. He just apparently doesn't know how to pick scripts.

I think I'm getting a kidney infection. I feel run down and my back hurts in a very specific way. I'm drinking just water and cranberry juice. I really hope that it's not a kidney infection. I just don't need that right now.

So I reached my breaking point today. I've finally grown tired of the stupid, mind-numbingly propagandized forwards my relatives have been sending me via email. I stopped reading them, even. This is what happens when you give devout southern Republicans access to the interwebs.

I swear to god, these things make fan_wank look like the bastion of intellect. And there's basically only five topics they cover:

1) How God, Country, and President Bush are the best things ever and those queer liberal Godhating babyeating freedomloving freaks and immigrants are destroying our pretty white nation. Dammit, America used to be so wonderful before all these other people started demanding rights and respect. Why can't we go back to segregation and beating up gay people and nuking any country we don't like.

Why are they trying to take away our right to oppress other people? Oh the HUMANITY!

2) I'm an overweight, unhappy, middle-class soccer mom. Here are some trite jokes to make me feel better about that. Hahaha, isn't being a woman so funny? Aren't men funny? Isn't the world much funnier when we stereotype everything?

3) Here are pictures which have circulated among every man, woman, and child on the planet twice. But I thought you'd think they were funny and original.

4) Here's a sappy story that would make the Chicken Soup for the Soul people vomit sucrose. It's usually in support of some pretend cause that isn't nearly as important as we make it out to be. Oh, and here are cutesy fonts in unreadable colors, just to add that sacchrine oomph to it.

5) Oh noes! The internet (and the rest of the world) is full of danger. Pass this on and warn people about these things which are completely unsubstantiated and probably not true.

Why, oh, why did I give them the email address I actually use? I should give them my spam email address instead.

I don't know why, but lately it seems like all weddings must be accompanied by serious illness.

We're up here for The Boy's cousin's wedding and the Boy's sister has been having stomach pains, so yesterday she went to the hospital and they thought it was her appendix. They do all the tests, and think that it's 99.9% sure it's her appendix.

They get in there laproscopically and see that the appendix is fine. But, further explanation reveals the problem is in her intestines.

She came out of surgery with a 101 degree fever. After four bags of antibiotics? That's serious.

So keep her in your thoughts (prayers if you do that sort of thing). We're going to visit her in a little while.

Despite this, CT is good and the dogs are very dogtastical. The cats are catastic. Although last night, Rowan had some separation anxiety and was howling until we let her out of her crate. Poor girl. I know how sudden schedule disruptions can make you feel hurdy-gurdy.

Me? I'm just glad not to be at work. Don't get me wrong, my job is going fine. But? I already know I do not want to stay there any longer than my internship if I can help it.

I'd like to get into the literary swing of things, if I can. Or at least out of a business-oriented place.

My family is back home safely. Wheeee! I missed them for about twenty minutes, then was like "hmm, it's nice to get back to my routine."

I have my mother's approval for where and how I live (besides not having a job). Not that I needed it, but it's nice to have. One less battle to fight, and that's always a good thing. They seemed to have a fun time and it went better than expected. Except that I've learned that it's pretty much genetic that women in my family get snarky when they're tired and hungry and have to pee.

Poor Andrew had to go with us to Canal Street - which is famous for having thousands of ripoff designer bags. I got a nice dusty pink messenger bag because my old one has totally gone kaput.

I also walked into a surprise moving sale at Kate's Paperie in Manhattan yesterday. Z.O.M.G. It is proof positive that there is a God and that God loves me and wants me to be happy. Nice, ivory-paper leather journals at ten and fifteen dollars a pop. *faints*. In a perfect world, denoue_moi would have been with me, because a lot of stuff there (not just journals) would've rocked their world at greatly discounted price.

I now vow to stop reading the comments at cat_macros. Apparently if your cat macro is less than the height of tasteless humor, expect people to get catty (pun lulz!). Also, apparently they will accuse you of being a fat housewife. I didn't know you could tell someone's occupation and weight by their macros, but what do I know? The intarwebs is wiser than I.

You know how there's that old adage: "arguing on the internet is like being in the Special Olympics, even if you win, you're still retarded" - that's totally wrong. If you're in the Special Olympics, you win something worth winning and you do it for a great cause. Also, the Special Olympics people win at life. People who get rude about cat macros and turn them into SRS BIZNESS fail on a scale hitherto unknown to modern science.

I'm tired of this whole offensive = funny thing that's going on. Yes, you can type the word "fag" and put it on a picture of a cat. Would you like a cookie? If I gave it to you, would it keep you otherwise occupied and off the internet? *sigh*

Like I said, no more reading the comments. Macros only. And if they're not funny (GASP!) then I'll scroll down like a sane person.