All about nothing

Waking up to find throbbing pain across the face and behind the eyeballs, one assumed that the day was not going to go well by any definition of the word. Stumbling out of bed leaving Him peacefully curled up in his beloved doona did little to make it better. Neither did dealing with His mother and her assorted wants, needs and desires... including, but not limited to, tightening the mirrors once again on his father's little all terrain vehicle... well that's how he treats his mobility scooter... and sorting out some fabric with her. All of this before morning Tigger.

When He finally appeared one was feeling... like there wasn't enough pain medication in the world actually. And an overwhelming need to leave home. It was a bad combination. So of course we trotted off to see The Avengers in 3D...

Now the movie was awesome... if you haven't seen it yet you have to go. It was described by one viewer as the superhero movie he had waited all his life for... and he was right. They nailed it... and used The Hulk as comic relief... which along with the choice of actor was inspired.

The only tiny problem was that the 3D did nothing for the headache and gave Him a matching one. So the rest of the day was lost to drugs du jour, snoozing through assorted gaming on His part... until even he couldn't follow it due to pain... and incessant whining on both our parts. We made for a pitiful couple... and He wouldn't go out and get food. It seems that being unable to see well enough to drive gives you some sort of exemption on caring for your slave... who knew L