2014-01-14

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I had a rotten morning. I needed to go to bed early and I fell asleep sometime much closer to dawn because my back hurt so severely that I was crying from the pain. [livejournal.com profile] derspatchel curled up against me while I read about Peter Cushing and was warm and reassuring and smelled like himself, but he had to move back to his own bed before I fell asleep, with the result that I had a nightmare in which we were moving again (no reasons given in the dream, just moving) and there wasn't enough room in the new apartment for both our furniture, scant as it was, and Rob's foot was still in a cast, so I ended up sleeping on the curb with my head at a wrenching angle to the rest of me, which was pretty much how I woke up, except for the bit where I was indoors. It was pouring rain and everything about my neck and spine hurt so badly, I had trouble getting dressed. Both the Red Line and the 73 bus were running late.

The bad news is that I am still in the kind of pain that makes it difficult to think, not to mention turn my head or sit comfortably. (Yes, I am doing something about it, not just enduring with insufficient painkillers. I have an appointment with a physical therapist next week and I hope they'll tell me something that isn't just "Eh, try some heat on it.") The good news is that I had a singing lesson nonetheless, which was worth going out for, and then loitered around several different bookstores in Harvard Square until Rob was done with his doctor's appointment in Davis and could meet me for dinner. We had spent the previous evening staring somewhat hungrily at the menu for the newly opened Shake Shack. As far as high-end fast food goes: totally reasonable. My cheeseburger was a lot of tasty fat in the right proportions for a tired person who had just been walking around in the rain and probably not even that bad for me. Their shakes are legitimately impressive. I ordered a Lobstah Shell concrete, because how could I not—I didn't quite realize it meant an entire lobster tail pastry blended into the frozen custard along with the strawberries and ricotta. It was kind of like eating a deconstructed profiterole. This is a recommendation. I am considering Shake Shack a viable destination for DessertQuest 2014 from now on.

And I got home and [livejournal.com profile] handful_ofdust had sent me a DVD of Berberian Sound Studio (2012), which I was not expecting, and other films like Near Dark (1987) and Iron Man 3 (2013) that I am cheerful to own. Gemma, thank you. You are the best movie pusher I know.

And [livejournal.com profile] ashlyme seems to have found me a copy of Mark Gatiss' The Tractate Middoth (2013), and Rob seems to have converted it to some format I can watch on my computer, so I think that's what I'm going to do now.
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