36 Hours

[poliphilo]

The night before last I kept waking up to discover I'd forgotten to breathe and needed to rectify the mistake pretty damn quick. Stupid old body.

Yesterday I spent in a reclining armchair watching stuff on TV. I watched Harry Potter and the Order of The Phoenix- a turbo-charged account of a leisurely novel- and the last three episodes of the BBC's new Torchwood series- which more than fulfilled the promise of the first two by turning all political and state-of-the-nationy. Russel T. Davies is a classic writer. He's produced a lot of tosh- much of it in the first two seasons of Torchwood- but when he gets things right he's outstanding.  Torchwood: Children of Men is a masterpiece- bitter, shaming, heartening, kinky, sentimental, morally challenging, subversive- also very exciting and funny.

 Last night I slept for 12 hours straight.

Comments

[daisytells.livejournal.com]

Gee! Get better, dammit! That cold has hung on for some time now -- and what's this with the breathing? It's something to see about, I think.
I care.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

It's been two distinct infections. The first, I think, was flu- and the second was a cold. I believe I'm on the upward path now.

Thanks for caring.