I have a million things due for my education classes within the next few days, but I wanted to go ahead and check in at some point this week.
This was made even more difficult, however, by my boyfriend. Remember that show we went to the other day? Bobby doesn’t. He suffered several blows to the head and had no clue where he was after the show. He didn’t know who he had wrestled, how he had gotten there, and he didn’t collect his money. I had to drive him home and stay with him, waking him up every couple of hours to make sure he, y’know, woke up. I took him to his doctor yesterday, and she confirmed that he has a nasty concussion and he’s getting a CAT scan today. In the meantime, I have repeated the events of the other day over and over, only to find that he doesn’t remember me telling him the last time. He’s doing better now, though, and does remember everything about yesterday. So wish us luck.
In the meantime, very little of interest is going on until I get to write about the books I just finished.
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In a hero-obsessed world, I clung to Black Canary like a life preserver, much the same way I clung to Sunny and Sable in the WWF. However, this adaptation really does just look like S&M Barbie. Black Canary hangs her head in shame.
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There is hope for me yet.
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Yes, the answer is yes. Sydney Carton died when I was thirteen years old, and I have never been quite the same.
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Two years after he provoked internet outrage in China, an anonymous British blogger who wrote about his sexual exploits with the country’s women has decided to reveal his identity in a book.
Something about this is just very, very wrong.
