2005-04-27 - 4:15 p.m.

>Clawing My Way Back Up

Three more days and we can start moving to our new apartment. I rejoice! Conversely, changing my address with five million different agencies, institutions, and foundations is quite the pain in the fleshy lump.

This is me at 3:30 in the am, getting ready for work.

My health has very very gradually started to recover. The infections (both eyes, sinuses, lungs, skin) have almost completely disappeared. My weird ulnar nerve thing (the nerve responsible for hand strength and sensation on the pinky finger side of the hand which has been loopy for the last couple of weeks) has kept me from updating as much as I would like, but it seems to be easing up now too.

Bee is preparing our bathroom for inspection. Way better than Rosie the Riveter! (Way cuter, too.)

Bee is sick like a puppy in the rain with a nasty sore throat/cough/sinus deal and it seems to be different from what I had... so we are on a strict diet of no lip-contact. We are usually a sickeningly affectionate couple: holding hands, hugging, kissing every time we come near. Luckily, we seldom go out in public, so only our very few friends get annoyed by our antics (you're annoyed already, aren't you?). Once upon a time, when my friend Leonard had just had a major relationship go south, he demanded that we not show so much affection when he was around because it reminded him of what he was missing. What? Not show constant affection in our own home? A travesty!

Here is my drawing of sad office guy. He is aging ungracefully. This is the kind of thing I do at work when I am bored (every day). Seeing as I work on a money-counting assembly line of sorts (well, we aren't assembling anything, but still a line of sorts), I take brief moments to add one scribble at a time onto my scrap paper masterpieces (amateurpieces).

We went out to see "Kvng Fv Hvstle" on Monday. There were only 4 other people in the whole theatre. And damn it all, I loved that movie. Yes, it was quite violent, and rife with bizarre cartoonish humour (what was with bum-hanging-out-guy?), but I am now in love with Chinese cinema. It was indescribable. And fantastic. And funny. And satisfying. My jaw was dropping throughout. Very satisfying. Just don't go expecting the ethereal beauty and mythopoetic underpinnings of 'tiger' or 'hero' or the others (although that depends on how you define "mythopoetic"). But dare I suggest that this movie in many ways superceded those other wonderful movies?

I miss hearing from alla youse. How've you been?