Last night was hell.
It was busy at work yesterday, with lots of long-winded tasks that hit me one after the next. I mean, it’s gotta be pretty bad if you’re dozing off during the last stretch of your shift. Anyway, I needed to use the washroom, but work prevented me from doing so. You know how you get a task that needs to be done urgently at work, so you think to yourself, ‘I’ll just hold it in until I’m done here,’ but as soon as you’re done, something else comes up? This happened for me. All the way until I had a major stomach ache during a delivery later on that evening. From there, my stomach did several backflips and I was pretty gassy, nauseated, and that stomach ache just wouldn’t go away. Mom forced me to go home and relax. When I got home, I nursed some ginger tea (yuck – but it works) and watched Superman – Doomsday.
Great movie! I really liked how they portrayed the whole Doomsday incident – as some random event that mindlessly killed Superman. Because that’s just how life works. We either die of natural causes or from something random or stupid. The voice acting was superb in this one – Adam Baldwin did an awesome Superman (though his Clark Kent was a bit too brooding, albeit necessary to the storyline). James Marsters was a credible Lex Luthor, but Anne Heche as Lois Lane was quite a surprise – Heche brings a husky sound to Lois Lane that one isn’t used to hearing from the female reporter. The storyline, while changed a bit, worked perfectly for the length of such a film, and with a neat twist. The continuity is neither comic nor the Saturday morning cartoon, but it definitely leans closer to the comic. Oh, and this is definitely not a kids show. People die, and brutally too, I might add, which just aids in showing how unrelenting Doomsday was.
Anyway, after watching the movie, I felt a little better, and it was still early, so I decided to hit the sack. No such luck. Started feeling a bit queasy again, though I think it might have been hunger, but I didn’t want to take any chances so I nursed some hot water, moved to the living room, and read some manga until I felt better enough to sleep. Too bad I didn’t get enough sleep – in fact, I got even less sleep than the previous night.
So, what’s the lesson to be learned here? If you need to use the washroom, don’t put it off. Too bad I can’t follow my own advice. I need to take my job less seriously.