In This Twilight
Title courtesy of Nine Inch Nails off their album Year Zero. Good stuff. I had an image from the CD booklet as the background on my laptop for well over a year, and only recently did I decide it was time for a switch. I know that has absolutely no entertaining value to you whatsoever, I just wanted to share.
Anyway, its been a rough week back at work after having four days off for Thanksgiving and my birthday. Mostly because I've been in pain since Sunday night. I started working with a personal trainer at a Gold's Gym by the apartment a few weeks ago and the guy has been great, but for some odd reason I pulled a muscle by my ribs the day before Thanksgiving. It was really irritating me on Wednesday night, so much so that I couldn't get much sleep. By Thursday night I was fine though, and continued in that same state of fineness all weekend long. Until Sunday. Missy and I were at WalMart and I was carrying a big box to the car. I put said box into the trunk and got in the car and all of sudden my ribs were killing me again, and about a million times worse than they had a few days earlier. Missy was all paranoid that I might have a hernia and was seriously contemplating taking me to the hospital. I did go to the doctor on Monday though, and was told it was nothing more than a pulled muscle. So I've been taking it easy and taking plenty of Advil in the meantime. It still hurts a little, but its gotten better, so I'm going to attempt to hit the gym again tonight with my trainer. Although I'll have to be sure that we don't do anything to further tweak the injury. I'm feeling better and I'd like to keep it that way.
In other news and in reference to the title of this post, Twilight and all things Twilight related have dominated my little sphere in the world for the weekend before Thanksgiving, the entire week of Thanksgiving and the following weekend. I read the first book a few weeks ago because the movie looked interesting and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I hate to admit it, because it implies that there is something seriously wrong with my Y chromosome, but I kind of really enjoyed it. I don't want to say love it, because I'm definitely not attached like my wife is, but I found it entertaining enough. So after reading the first book I dragged Missy to the movie, and she absolutely loved it, so much so that she started reading the first book, and managed to finish it in about a day. I had already ordered the second book from Amazon and started it while she read the first. I finished it up in about 24 hours as well and passed it onto her. It took her less time to read it, as she was up until 3:30 in the morning on Monday night/Tuesday morning finishing it. It affected her so much that she was crying at times. I went out to Barnes and Noble that Monday and got the last two, just so we'd have them on hand, because waiting for Amazon to deliver stuff isn't worth it sometimes. I had finished up the entire series before my birthday party on Friday, and Missy followed suit by Sunday. At which point she got very depressed about it all. She fell in love with it so much, that she was really sad that there were no more stories to read. And while it was entertaining, I wouldn't go so far. My main issue with the whole series, is that despite reading over 2,000 pages, it seemed like very little happened, yet I was still compelled to read. My major issue over everything, is that even though it has a happy ending, there was no sacrifice made by anyone to get to that happy ending. Mostly, no one died, which kind of sucks. At least in Harry Potter, you could tell it was serious because she started killing off characters pretty fast and furious starting in the fourth book, and the death toll just kept rising. The death count in the last book alone is pretty astounding, and I'm talking seriously major characters. But nothing like that in Twilight. Whatever. It was fun while it lasted, and I'm kind of glad to have my life back now. Missy too, I think. We kind of both disappeared off the map while reading the books, and now that we're done, we can resume life. Playing Rock Band has now replaced our Twilight addiction, Missy sings while I play guitar, and its pretty funny to hear her butcher some popular songs.
In house news, we're still waiting for a closing date. But, after hearing from our lawyer on Tuesday, we're probably looking at the end of December, which kind of sucks. We were hoping to have a lot of the work, like painting done by the end of December so we can move in then, now it looks like that's not the case. So we'll probably have to pay rent in January and slowly move in then. It sucks, but what can we do?
That is all for now.