The One With the Brilliant Title

I stayed home sick on Monday because A) I was trying to be responsible and not put my fevered face in those of my little students, thus spreading the joy of my illness and B) even the thought of doing jumping jacks with the way my head felt was enough to make me hide under the covers. So I let them know I wouldn't be in, took some amazing Chinese sore throat medicine we'd just bought, as well as some zinc (all I could find were zinc lollipops) and some echinacea/eyebright and echinacea/astragalus and buried myself under the supersoft blanket and duvet. A few hours later, I re-emerged a much happier and better-feeling, fever-free woman. In fact, I almost felt like I had cheated a little I was doing so much better. I swear that Nin Jiom Pei Pa Koa stuff has magical powers. Plus, it tastes REALLY GOOD. I drank ginger tea throughout the day, just in case of a relapse. Today was Crazy Tuesday and I felt good, even during class and some kick-butt sparring. Actually, it wasn't my butt that got kicked, but the other side. Really, really hard. :-P

In other unrelated news, we watched Click, which was surprisingly poignant, and very good, as well as American Dreamz, which sucked ass in spite of its Hugh Grant and Dennis Quaidness. I mean, for one thing, what kind of comedy kills off a protagonist at the end? In a non-funny way? But there was plenty more to gripe about than just that. It had all-around suck-factor. Gwillem's (he's from Appleton?!?!?!) physical appearance was shocking, considering that the last thing I'd seen him in was Boondock Saints, which has to be one of his best roles. (And really, people, what are you waiting for??)

I am FINALLY on the new Thomas Covenant book, having painfully slogged through the old series for the third (and final?) time, and having finished them in spite of continually putting them down to read other, less annoying books. I thought those books rocked the first 2 times around, but this time they have lost their lustre. The new one, however, is far less annoying as Donaldson seems to have misplaced his thesaurus. Hallelujah, Jaffar!!

I also just finished the Mermaid Chair, which was freaking awesome. I think it's my favourite Kidd book yet. I cried unabashedly at the end (OK, I attempted to do it covertly, and therefore, abashedly, to tell the truth) not because it was sad, but just because it was such a poignant (there's that word again -- that's twice in one post -- have I no shame -- have I no thesaurus?) book.

I've got nothing to follow such a great book, so here, my Dear Reader, is where I shall leave you until next time.