So today I wake up, and my forehead is puffed up like a balloon, and all my lymph nodes on the left side of my face are hard, painful little knots clear to the space under my jaw.
Did you know that you can’t rent a car until you’re 25 years old? I did not know that until my employer asked in regards to making reservations and such for my trip this fall.
Of course, I’m two years away from 25.
I felt a little…. cheated. No hot little sportscar in cherry red to drive around after my flight (if they do decide to fly me).
Saw a very, very interesting movie last night with my husband, “Hitman.” When we rented it, I felt a bit skeptical, thinking it would be a gory shoot-em-up with little or no plot to it other than “more gore.”
Boy was I wrong.
This was a movie I thoroughly enjoyed. The main character is cold, but conflicted, with a softer side he has been conditioned (and can’t afford) to show. His “sidekick” is witty, feisty, and headstrong. There’s political intrigue, suspense, and lots of cool action sequences.
And the dialogue was very good. The acting was even better.
So yeah. That’s what I did last night after I got done eating a few more pieces of Tylenol….