Last Friday I walked down the long corridor of City Hall toward the exit, canned soda in hand. City Hall is literally right behind the theatre I work in and the only place around to buy something to drink. I smiled the receptionist and locked eyes with a guy talking on a cell phone by the door. Before I even knew what was going on, the world tipped over and I was sitting on the hard tile floor of City Hall in some sort of unnatural splits position. My coke, however, never hit the ground. It was preserved in perfect condition, but my right leg and knee were another story.
Almost five days later my upper leg pain has decreased--it was pretty awful Saturday and a little swollen--but my right knee is not doing so good. There is slight bruising on the outer edge and swollen with fluid. It's not painful enough to be broken or anything like that...but I'm thinking I might have hyperextended a muscle or something. I'm hoping I didn't do something to a ligament, but dammit,
In other news, D*C IS WAY TOO SOON AND I HAVE SO MUCH T
I watched Alien for the first time over the weekend. I loved it! I somehow managed not to know that the creature's first real appearance is busting through that guy's stomach. I love that fact that while filming the cast didn't know what was going to happen in that scene. Ridley Scott didn't tell them and captured their genuine surprise and horror on film. Brilliant!
Also watched The Runaways. Decent film. It was nice to see the story pre-Joan Jet and the Blackhearts. And it amazes me they were so huge (like Beatles huge) in Japan! Pretty good music, too.
OKAY. Back to my splicer mask. D*C in 18 days! THAT MEANS 18 DAYS UNTIL I SEE SEAN MAHER. YOU KNOW THIS GUY (the doctor on Firefly):
...I think I have a thing for doctors, Jim.