i've spent the past twenty four hours most unhappy with my body. my sinuses have been overworked and my throat and lungs have been paying the price... good thing i don't actually have much to do these days, right? :/
i slept in as long as possible, drank as much tea and water as i could, halfheartedly studied french, played tekken, watched trigun, bits of rocky iv, and maz jobrani: i come in peace. and, of course, an episode of downton abbey with dinner. hardcore stuff. not exactly focused.
i have to say that maz jobrani surprised me. the beginning didn't seem like my kind of comedy but some of his bits were brilliant and brilliantly executed. i'd just seen a couple of minutes of anjelah johnson: that's how we do it and was utterly confused as to why members of the audience were laughing. i even skipped around a bit just in case, but no. no clue to be found.
oh, and WHY THE HELL DON'T ANY OF THE BOXERS IN THE ROCKY SERIES COVER THEIR HEADS? like, *ever*. and they don't weave or slip either. now i understand that there're plenty of famous brawler/sluggers, but my favourite quote from a real fight?i found this gem. not quite what i was looking for, but anyway...)
i spoke to my mum earlier, and while things aren't bad for her they've become unstable and that displeases me greatly. 2014, could we please go back to the positivity we shared when i was in cape town? thanks ever so much.