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We went to the Trafford Centre yesterday for fillum watching purposes and to do some shopping. (I needed Lush goodies and new bras.)

[livejournal.com profile] the_ladylark and I went to see Juno first, while [livejournal.com profile] hobnobs went to see Jumper. Juno comes highly recommended. It's funny and sweet and contains much food for thought. Jumper is apparently enjoyable, so I'm looking forward to seeing that one on Wednesday.

We had about two hours to kill before National Treasure 2 started, so we went shopping. Both my quests were successful, though I was somewhat surprised when the woman at Debenham's measured me and returned with a 32D bra. As far as I know, I've been a 34B for years. She explained how going down 2 inches in the back means going up 2 cup sizes. Conclusion: I'm not actually a D. Confuzzling. However, I have comfy bras now. And they look nice. Also: I have cleavage. While wearing a regular t-shirt bra. Win.

After shopping we made our way back to the cinema for National Treasure 2, which was fun, if rather long. It could've done with some more editing. It felt about half an hour too long.

While wandering back to the car my hip decided it was fed up with it all. It had sat for 2 hours in an uncomfy cinema seat, had then been forced to meander through a busy shopping mall, had been subjected to another uncomfy cinema chair and was now being asked to help walk the rest of me back to the car. It wasn't having any of this. It felt unappreciated and hard done by and proceeded to throw a hissfit, leaving me in close to screaming agony.

Woke up a few times with my back feeling distinctly wobbly but not really painful*. That was, until my mind went 'Ohcrapit'slightoutyouoversleptwakeupNOW!' and jerked my body awake. Going from flat on my stomach to bolt upright is not good for my back.

So I took a painkiller, called work to tell them I wasn't going to make 8:45 but I was going to try and come in later. It's three hours later and I no longer have someone sticking red hot knives down my back and leg. I just have the red hot plate stuck under my skin. I can lie down or stand and walk around. I just can't sit, so no work for me today.

On the upside, I can look down and be distracted by my cleavage. It looks pretty, if I say so myself.

* Note here: I am in low-level pain every day and will most likely remain so for the rest of my life, unless they manage to perfect cartilage and muscle repair operations. So my idea of 'not really painful' is potentially somewhat skewed.
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We went to the Trafford Centre yesterday for fillum watching purposes and to do some shopping. (I needed Lush goodies and new bras.)

[livejournal.com profile] the_ladylark and I went to see Juno first, while [livejournal.com profile] hobnobs went to see Jumper. Juno comes highly recommended. It's funny and sweet and contains much food for thought. Jumper is apparently enjoyable, so I'm looking forward to seeing that one on Wednesday.

We had about two hours to kill before National Treasure 2 started, so we went shopping. Both my quests were successful, though I was somewhat surprised when the woman at Debenham's measured me and returned with a 32D bra. As far as I know, I've been a 34B for years. She explained how going down 2 inches in the back means going up 2 cup sizes. Conclusion: I'm not actually a D. Confuzzling. However, I have comfy bras now. And they look nice. Also: I have cleavage. While wearing a regular t-shirt bra. Win.

After shopping we made our way back to the cinema for National Treasure 2, which was fun, if rather long. It could've done with some more editing. It felt about half an hour too long.

While wandering back to the car my hip decided it was fed up with it all. It had sat for 2 hours in an uncomfy cinema seat, had then been forced to meander through a busy shopping mall, had been subjected to another uncomfy cinema chair and was now being asked to help walk the rest of me back to the car. It wasn't having any of this. It felt unappreciated and hard done by and proceeded to throw a hissfit, leaving me in close to screaming agony.

Woke up a few times with my back feeling distinctly wobbly but not really painful*. That was, until my mind went 'Ohcrapit'slightoutyouoversleptwakeupNOW!' and jerked my body awake. Going from flat on my stomach to bolt upright is not good for my back.

So I took a painkiller, called work to tell them I wasn't going to make 8:45 but I was going to try and come in later. It's three hours later and I no longer have someone sticking red hot knives down my back and leg. I just have the red hot plate stuck under my skin. I can lie down or stand and walk around. I just can't sit, so no work for me today.

On the upside, I can look down and be distracted by my cleavage. It looks pretty, if I say so myself.

* Note here: I am in low-level pain every day and will most likely remain so for the rest of my life, unless they manage to perfect cartilage and muscle repair operations. So my idea of 'not really painful' is potentially somewhat skewed.
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I just saw a picture of a Fell-Beast model. It was made of pink plasticine, and was stuck on a black background.

It looked disturbingly like a penis with teeth.

I sure hope himself won't mind not having sex until I am free of that particular image.

The Lesson for today?

Do not watch the Appendices of The Two Towers when under the influence of prescribed painkillers.

*floats off to find a world not inhabited by phallic Fell-Beasts*
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I just saw a picture of a Fell-Beast model. It was made of pink plasticine, and was stuck on a black background.

It looked disturbingly like a penis with teeth.

I sure hope himself won't mind not having sex until I am free of that particular image.

The Lesson for today?

Do not watch the Appendices of The Two Towers when under the influence of prescribed painkillers.

*floats off to find a world not inhabited by phallic Fell-Beasts*
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I think I may have pulled a muscle in my upper back. I can't use/move my left arm without nearly passing out from the pain. And I didn't even do anything strenuous.
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I think I may have pulled a muscle in my upper back. I can't use/move my left arm without nearly passing out from the pain. And I didn't even do anything strenuous.

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