So I settled in for a fine evening of back recovery last night. (After 45 minutes of kittykat waste removal, which you don't want to hear about...) I took the muscle relaxants the doc gave me and prepared to be stuporous. Since the drugs pretty much voided my chances of being able to concentrate on Victorian lit, I turned to the tv. First up: America's Biggest Losers. I won't even bother to link to it; let's just say it's the show where the teams lose weight and people get voted off the island blahblah. There are also 2 team leaders in the form of perky aerobics instructor types. (The blue team gets a boy and the red team gets a girl, don't ya know!) The show is about 2% compelling examination of the human psyche and 98% horrifying, cringe inducing fatsploitation. I kept having to turn the channel away like I was watching a horror movie. Unfortunately everything on every other channel was ridiculous drivel as well. Finally 9pm came, and I was able to switch to the real meat of the evening, House. I was all, what? A prime time show with Hugh Laurie? Sign me up!!! And then I watched it. Well, most of it, by the end I was flipping around a little bit. It's not Hugh's fault at all; he does a great job, even if listening to him speaking in an U.S. english accent is jarring like nails on a chalkboard. The script is just weak. It has potential, but unless my back is hurt again, I won't be going out of my way to watch it. If I need a Laurie fix I'll just get some Jeeves & Wooster. Finally before I gave up and went for the Victorian Lit anyways, I tried to watch a new episode of NYPD Blue. I didn't even realize this show was still on. Once I realized they were abusing Medavoy and that Sipowicz and Clark are still having the exact same stilted dialogue they were 4 years ago, I just turned the beast off and went to bed.
Oh, and Iron Jawed Angels was, despite being Sex&theCity-fied, still able to reduce me to blubbering. It also reminded me how ignorant I am about certain historical facts.
I feel as though my skull is full of cottonballs and my back still hurts. When this is better, I am going back to Curves; it should not be this easy to injure my back.