2001-10-15 - 8:48 p.m.
Hey, who wears the pants in this family, anyway???

I have discovered something (else) that I really, militantly hate about living with my brother. He absolutely refuses to let me watch (American) football. Or basketball. Or any sports. At all. I flipped past the NFL broadcast for 2 seconds today looking for something to watch between Buffy reruns and Angel, and he started yelling and grabbing for the remote before we even got a chance to see who was playing. WTF, I ask you? I am in sports withdrawal here!!!

Seriously. Most other men who hate sports but like Victorian homes and cedar chests and cooking and gardening would be instantly tagged as something other than a normal hetero font of testosterone. I don't know how my brother pulls it off. He's going to make some girl REALLY happy someday.

I had another topic for today, something about the beauty of pure emotion, but I'm totally out of my "deep thoughts" mode at the moment. Just as well. Sick days are for scrunching up on the couch with a cup of tea and entertaining oneself, not for being Deep Thought Girl. Maybe I'll retrace my thoughts tomorrow. I don't think I can get away with calling in sick twice in a row for something as small as an earache.

"Iron Monkey" was a decent movie, BTW. I was just totally not expecting it to be subtitled, which automatically subtracts 2 points of 10 for my enjoyment of any movie. The not-expecting part, that is, not the subtitles themselves. If I'd known, I'd have been prepared. Rather like the first time I saw "Evita" ... I went in expecting some historical drama, and found out while walking into the darkened theater that it was a rock-musical. SURPRISE! I enjoyed it anyway, but the astonishment factor was a bit of a distraction.

Anyways. I should probably cease this time-wastage and dig into the classifieds. My father just called and reminded me that if I don't find a job by December, I'll have to move back into thier house ... *shudder*. Not that I don't love my parents to death, they're the best, I just ... Well, you know how it is. I'm 23. I've been boss of my own life for the better part of six years now!

Ahem! Note to self: Having faith now. A job shall be found, a second TV shall be acquired for NFL observance, and in general everything will come up roses. Right!