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Shobhit did not join me for the movie, but he did walk with me down to Pacific Place yesterday afternoon. He spent the time I was in the theater getting his steps in, and then he timed it impeccably to be coming back into Pacific Place while I was using the bathroom after the movie. He was waiting for me on the 4th floor outside the theater when I got out; we went down the elevator together and then over to Pike Street to catch the bus back home together. I was in an okay state to walk down, but knew it would hurt too much to walk back up the hill again.
The movie I saw was
Pressure. It was good—not bad, nothing special; I enjoyed it; solid B. It's not lost on me that the last five movies I've seen in a row (six if you count my second time seeing
The Mandalorian and Grogu) all received a solid B from me, something I'm sure Gabriel in particular would just cream his jeans to point out to me; going even further, the last
fourteen times I have gone to the movies they have ranged only between B-minus and B-plus.
Well, if it makes any difference, I have gone to the movies 45 times so far this year, and seven of them have been given a C or C-plus. That's only 15% of them, but still more than I have tended to give Cs in the past. I still maintain that this pattern is logical: it's not hard to know that a movie looks so bad it's not worth seeing. If I were getting paid to review movies and going to see movies whether I were personally interested in them or not, I'd be writing a lot more bad reviews. Indeed, this is more easily reflected on my Letterboxd account, largely because of the number of terrible movies I have to sit through at our biweekly Action Movie Night. There, I have so far
logged 22 films this year that I gave 2.5 stars or less. Which is to say, outside of movie theaters, I have somewhat less control over the bad movies I have to sit through.
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Anyway, we took the bus home, and I had some pain start to creep into my abdomen again. I'm pretty sure I forgot to take my afternoon Tylenol yesterday, which sure seemed like a double-edged sword in the end. On the one hand, I must be imroving if I forgot to take it. On the other hand, forgetting to take it meant I had more pain later in the day, and I needed to wait because I wanted to take my evening Tylenol closer to when I went to bed.
We watched last Sunday's episode of
Last Week Tonight with John Oliver in the meantime. The main story was on President Fuckwit's wild slaphappy approach to literally thousands of Presidential pardons, often for objectively horrible criminals, almost always just because they had supported him when he ran. It was deeply depressing. I keep thinking of so-called "moderates" who say things like "I don't agree with everything he does, but," and I don't think they are privy to the countless examples of shit like this in whatever dubious news sources they use. This man is so deeply heinous it's dumbfounding, and
still this country actually re-elected him. Granted, he was running against a man who appeared to have active dementia, so I'm not going to say the Democratic Party is completely blameless here.
Anyway. Moving on from that. I took Dr. Means's suggestion of pudding a pillow under my knees in bed last night, to help with back pain as I am forced to sleep on my back, and I feel like the jury is out on its effectiveness. I did sleep slightly better last night, there is that. But I also still woke up with fairly notable back pain. I'm just looking forward to when I can sleep on my side again. Also, we should probably replace our mattress anyway. They say you should replace your mattress every 7 to 10 years, and we've been using this one for at least 20.
Much like yesterday, thankfully, once I was up and moving around, the back pain subsided. I still get pains in the usual places in my abdomen when they get strained in any way, and I have a feeling the healing process there will be slow going—hence my not riding my bike (or engaging in any other "
contact sports"!) for a minimum of six weeks.
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[posted 12:28pm]
