Oh my fucking god...

Today has been shit since pretty much the since the morning. I'm going to make a second post about the good points, but I damn well want to vent first.

We slept off the bacon flavoured haze and got up rather early. Steven's parents called three times before 9:30, but that was a fairly minor irritance. We chilled out, watched the special on wine on the History Channel. After that, we watched Pirates of the Caribbean. When that was over, I decided I'd take a shower. Well, that's where things started going downhill. After my shower, I sat down on the side of the tub to shave my legs. I finished one and went to start the other when the foot I had placed against the tile suddenly went right through it. I knocked out 4 tiles and a huge chunk of sodden sheetrock that I could crumble in my hands. I also managed to slice up my foot pretty well. I took an assload of pictures, in case I need to prove anything. I'll post those when my computer is less fucked up.

After that, I came out to find that my computer had fried itself. It had shut down and I could do nothing with it. Finally, I had to reformat C:\ and reinstall everything on my computer. I lost so many damn files, it's disgusting. I sat and cried for like 20 minutes. However, three Atavan later, I'm finally feeling less would up.

So, not sure what's going on, but please email me your name and email address, since mine's decimated.

Post 2 is going to be friends only. Comment if you want to be added.

Phantom & Sex

We went to see Phantom of the Opera tonight. I'm really too lazy to do a full out review. In fact, I'm fucking exhausted. What I will say is that this was definitely the best production I've seen out of the 5 or 6 times I've been. The Phantom was everything he should have been: mad at times, full of loving adoration for Christine, bubbling with barely restained sexual tension and lust. In fact, he did an amazing job on Point of No Return when Christine is singing. You could see him trembling and winding his hands in his cloak. Very powerful. The kiss was good, tenative at first, then he clutched her to him in a hug, followed by one more kiss, where he put his hands in her hair. I do wish that her been a bit more sexual...

 I have to say, though, he had one of the most powerful lair scenes. I had tears in my eyes as he kept crying out to her that he loved. It was in such a lamentful, heartbreaking tone.. After she left for the first time, he collasped on the floor sobbing, whispering her name and I Love You. When she came back to return his ring, you could just see the hope well up in him and then, when she left, oh my god, that's when the tears started welling. It was heartbreaking.

Before that, we had a really nice dinner at Chau Chau's. We have a damn load of leftovers, too. I had beef lo mein and Steven has his usual of chicken in black bean sauce. The place was insane, it was so busy. I'm also happy with the leftovers (lunch!)

( And now, the TMI... )

Now I'm going to bed before I burst. I'll see what I can recover more tomorrow.