Recovering slowly

I got jacked up this weekend [everyone should watch that link, one of my favorite moments in the NFL]. First, floating the river was awesome. However, I came down a rapid wrong and smacked my arm really hard on a rock. I have a bruise about the width of five, manly fingers. My sunburn is definitely something to write home about. I've got it crazy bad on my chest and my stomach (which has never burned before in my life). I stayed home from work yesterday because I didn't feel well and even with that, I still need more work.

I watched The Birdcage last night because 1. it's one of my favorite movies and 2. it still has one of my favorite quotes in the history of cinema.

Shouldn't you be holding the crucifix? It is THE prop for martyrs!

For those who haven't seen it, I thoroughly recommend renting it. I, of course, own it. But, I will only let you watch it, not borrow it (for fear of it never returning to my DVD collection/needing to watch it at least once a week).

Enjoy:



We're getting our carpets cleaned on Thursday because David's hilarious and tried to pour cherry Nyquil in the dark so he wouldn't wake me up. What did wake me up, however was the "Oh shit" and the dripping noise on our white carpet. It's been a while since then but I'm sick of looking at it.

Time for lunch.