over my left shoulder.

Thing 1: "I've got a bad feeling about this."
Last night, I went to see Revenge of the Sith at the two buck theatre with Josh. So now I've completed my Star Wars education, having seen all six movies (it should be noted that I'd had a couple of drinks while watching The Phantom Menace, so I really couldn't tell you what happened, but whatever). I have seen so many hands get cut off by light sabers, it is ridiculous. I dunno, the movie was okay. Everyone's lost faith in this new trilogy that's come out. And while they were fine, they weren't of the caliber of the originals. But let's face it, it would be very difficult to achieve that kind of greatness. The special effects, by the way, were amazing. But maybe next time, spend a little more time on the script, okay? Oh, and someone please tell Samuel L. Jackson that Jedi Knights do not strut.

Thing 2: A crick is more than just a little river.
Apologies for the heading - my roots are showing. Somewhere along the timeline of Wednesday, I developed a crick in my neck on the left side. I can only hope that somewhere along the timeline of some future day, I will develop an absence of a crick in my neck. I've never had a crick that a night's sleep didn't cure, so I'm finding this one unpleasant in its staying power. It's not so bad, but the worst is when I'm driving and I would like to change lanes, so I check my blind spot. Or rather, I turn my head to check my blind spot, feel a sharp pain, make a pathetic little whine, and then pout and change lanes at the same time. Also, it was very difficult to lean over and make snarky comments to Josh during the movie last night because he was sitting on the injured side. However, being a devoted snarky comment professional, I did not let a minor injury keep me out of the game. I'm sure the other movie patrons were relieved.

I looked up home remedies. One was some sort of stretching thing that I must not be doing correctly. It doesn't help and I just look stupid. Another was to apply heat. So I tore my apartment up last night looking for this Christmas gift I'd gotten a couple of years ago and not used. It's not that I did not appreciate the gift, I just hadn't had cause to use it yet. It was a homemade heating pad, a pink fabric bag with three segments full of rice. Throw it in the microwave, heat for a couple of minutes, and BAM! Hot rice in a bag. Now that I have finally used it, I can say that it works marvelously, and that my crick situation is improving. My one complaint is that it makes me smell as if I've been necking with Uncle Ben.

Thing 3: What do athiests say when they're glad the week is over?
I don't know when I became one of those "Thank God It's Friday" kind of people, but I am now. It probably happened about the time that I stopped having to wait tables, and weekends actually became time off for me. In any case, Amen. It's been a long week spent reading transmission protocol specifications, which is just as exciting as it sounds. If only J.K. Rowling wrote those, my job would be much easier. Even having had a better than usual beer-thirty afternoon yesterday, I'm glad to embrace the weekend and not look back at this week. Particularly not over my left shoulder.