In the bad news department, Ismail Merchant has passed away. Grrr. So many of the people I've wanted to work with are dead. Going to have to have a seance to have the career I pictured in my youth. Well, he gave us some fabulous films and will be missed.
Still coughing up green phlegm. Starting to get pretty worried, actually. I don't want to go to the doctor because a fourth round of antibiotics sounds like a bad idea. The only other time I was sick for this many months, it was mono twelve years ago. It seems to come back every day that I don't get ten hours of sleep...but many of the nights I can't sleep because of the post nasal drip, so no clue how I'm ever supposed to get better.
In the good news department (and one that is totally self-centered), I had two visitors today who read through all my old blogs. Very cool. It's hard to tell what's going on from the hit counter, but it seems like many of my first-timers are referred here by blogspot and, uh, leave instantly. So if I have two new true readers, welcome!
Saw a good movie I recommend for a rental: Enduring Love. A handful of my fav British actors, and the most psychologically disturbing opening scene I may have ever seen. So simple and truthful.
I was complaining the other day how they're isn't anything truly frightening anymore, especially once you're an adult who has experienced the sorrows/horrors of life...well, this is it. Most believable Post Traumatic Stress Disorder I've ever seen, and great relationship details. Completely believable and awful. Bravo to the filmmakers for capturing real life so well.