I had meant to do a full, actual thing on the State of the Union and then my stomach flipped out. I don't think it was gluten. I think I've either become seriously unable to consume dairy or caesin or that one of the new gluten-free products (I've found lots of new stuff suddenly) disagrees with me for some other reason (possibly related to brown rice, which has never been my friend). Anyway, it wiped out the rest of my night, including writing. I think I may need to go to an allergist, despite, thus far, having been more competent than my doctors.
Watched part of The Princess Bride the other night. If you know me at all, yuo know I maintain the movie does nothing for me. It's the sort of silly, broad comedy that has never moved me and I went on a totally lame first date to it, with a boy I wasn't into because one was supposed to eagerly accept such offers and so on and so forth. The whole thing is a trauma of lameness for me.
But anyway, I watched that swordfight that's all, "I have something to tell you, I'm not left handed!" "I'm not left handed either!" and it made me smile, rather perversely. That's all.
Watched part of The Princess Bride the other night. If you know me at all, yuo know I maintain the movie does nothing for me. It's the sort of silly, broad comedy that has never moved me and I went on a totally lame first date to it, with a boy I wasn't into because one was supposed to eagerly accept such offers and so on and so forth. The whole thing is a trauma of lameness for me.
But anyway, I watched that swordfight that's all, "I have something to tell you, I'm not left handed!" "I'm not left handed either!" and it made me smile, rather perversely. That's all.