And the tigers came…
My back is killing me right now.
It actually started during “Les Mis,” which confirmed my suspicion that Helena Bohnam Carter should be in everything I see because I’m kind of in love with her.
I may be limiting myself to Harry Potter movies, “Alice in Wonderland” and “The King’s Speech” but I’m oddly OK with that. I know her resume is longer, but that’s all I know off the top of my head.
I took 1800 mg of ibuprofen to calm my back. It’s slowly working now. The ice packs and heating pad are helping.
But in regards to “Les Mis” I did enjoy it but halfway through it I found myself yelling “If you stop singing and actually talked things through, you could probably think of a better barricade than furniture and whatever’s around your feet!”
In fairness, I had to relieve my bladder really bad at that point.
However, good date movie. Don’t go alone, you will end up being that guy in the theater. Scratch that, fifth date movie. Trust me, you’ll understand.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go cuddle with my teddy bear who wears a Dark Knight t-shirt. That usually calms my nerves.