the road trip that never was

I was supposed to drive my roommate and her boyfriend down to Oakland. They're going to Amsterdam (just so you know, the first time I typed "Amerstadam"), Barcelona and touring Italy over the next three weeks. And I hate them. Well not really, but I do. I'm stuck here typing on a laptop with some movie on--I don't know what it is, but they keep playing this jazz--with a map of Italy on the wall above me. I'm also powering through a cold. Did I mention I hate them?

My lips are dry, my throat ears and whatever else is all clogged and cranky. I'm cranky. The house is empty, and this woman in the movie just asked her kid to shoot her up with heroin. She fell. God she's stoned.

Today was a pretty up and down day. I got to work early so I could prepare for an interview with Andrew Niccol, who wrote Truman Show and wrote and directed Simone and Gattaca. He's got a new one called Lord of War coming out with Nicholas Cage. It was kind of a thrill, because Truman Show is one of my favorite movies. We had a nice conversation. He was clear and to the point and very accomodating considering he was doing a press day.

After that, work was a chore. Deadlines, deadlines. I kinda knew I was coming down with something so everything bothered me--the office chatter, the loud music. I hid in my headphones and listened to A Radical Recital. I leave that CD at work now. It really helps get me through rough days.

I got to leave at 5:30, to take the travelers down to the Bay. We'd just gotten out to the country highways leaving town when we got a phone call. Turns out, I didn't have to drive them down. They could leave the car at a friend's house. Worked out for everyone, because I wasn't sure how I'd pick them up when they get back since it coincides with another deadline. I also wasn't feeling all that great. They drove me back and I got home in time to catch the 9th inning of the Mets/Braves game on ESPN2. The Mets were up 2-1. Then Looper blew the save and it went to 10th. The Mets took the lead back, only to have Looper give up a lead off single to Chipper "May he suffer a painful demise" Jones, hit Andruw Jones with a pitch, walk 800-year-old Julio Franco and exit the game for Shingo Takatsu, who popped the next two hitters up and then gave up a two run single to some scrub with two outs to end the game 4-3 muthafuckin' may they all burn in hell Braves. I don't want to say anymore out of fear for my karma. I vented my anger by watching the okay-if-I-didn't-see-the-original remake of Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Twice. It's been one of those days.

My health got progressively crappier, as I was getting the clammy forehead and dampened head stubble. I ate some leftover Chinese and head to the video store. Played some video games and got to take home three rentals--3-Iron by Kim Ki-Duk, a Japanese nun-sploitation movie (curiosity got the better of me there) and a porno starring Autumn Austin (who came highly recommended)--for the low price of free.

All and all, though. I would've slept through the entire day if I could have. Just two weeks till Lost.