Rain, rain, go to hell...

Last night, I finally watched "Michael Collins". Finally for two reasons:

1) it has Alan in it and I had never seen it, and
2) We rented it two weeks ago, and still had it... (bad us, bad us...)

I realized that suddenly I am completely enthralled with Ireland, and what was extremely cool about this movie was the beginning - more precisely, with what it began. I don't want to spoil anything for those who haven't yet read "At Swim, Two Boys" but let's just say...there's a connection. I was happy. Of course, casting Julia Roberts in anything that isn't American fluff is a mistake. I can't take her in any other context besides "Pretty Woman". I don't buy her as Irish at all.

Am I mean? Probably...

Alan was gorgeous, even if not altogether, er, agreeable. Ah, well. He wasn't exactly a gem of a human being in "Die Hard", either, but I still wanted to jump him. Beautiful, beautiful man...

I also packed, as I am leaving for the weekend - Sasha's wedding and all. Too bad the weather sucks ass - it's been raining almost non-stop these past two days, and I hate it. I miss the sun. (Hmmm, maybe I should rethink the location of my entire next year? *G*)

So, in a couple of hours, I shall leave. But the cool thing is that my sister has cable modem. Oh, yes. Liz is happy.

Liz is also scared. I had a chest exam yesterday - for TB. I'm very nervous. If they do end up finding something (my PPD came up positive, but that's most likely because when you're a baby in Russia, they give you such strong vaccination that your entire arm swells up when they give you the PPD) - will I be able to go England, still? And if it's dormant in my body, will I get it later? I'd be pretty much fucked. England will be the least of my worries...right?

I just don't want to think about it. Looking back, my not being able to write is probably all due to the fact that if it isn't one thing, it's something else - RL has been piling up and on and all around and it needs to calm down. Maybe Sirius is trying to tell me something by not behaving...

Had a small fight with mom yesterday over the phone. Not a fight, per se, more like a...disagreement. My mother is simply not capable of not rubbing something in if she's got the ammo - "mom, what will I do about money for England?" "Well, I don't know - I found you a job, but you are the one who chose to go to Long Island, and you're asking me! You should have listened to your parents, blah blah blah..."

Yes, mom, and thank you for illustrating exactly why I had chosen to come back to Long Island, of all places, rather than stay in Boston and fight with you.

Besides, I was under the impression that I had a job here, too. I only found out when it was too late that that was not the case.

Hence, the summer of doom.

*Sigh*

Is it any wonder my head is about to explode and I almost got into two, count 'em, two car accidents only this morning?

(Did I mention that Sam's been away this entire week and I had the car? Heh.)

And away I go...and am sleepy. I will now go and get Stephen Fry's "Liar" and Marguerite Yourcenar's "The Abyss" out of the library. Wheee, books!

And I still desperately need to talk to Arborealis about "ASTB" but he's not back in cyberspace yet. :(

Off and out.