Now I am back at the story, having had a rough week work wise (only because there were a few doubles worked.) I had a fine time actually doing the work itself and singing duets to the radio with co-workers, horribly I might add.
Currently I am combating a headache with a beer. My first wave of attack was broken by the headache's patented spartan defense. Usually Excedrin proves an excellent commander of my forward troops, but he was off his game today. He was all like "this is madness" and my headache was all like "This IS SPARTA!!!" and kicked him into a pit. So backing him up now is Hefeweizen UFO, a wheat beer brewed by Harpoon Brewery in Boston, MA. Picture it* like the "Sucker Punch" girls just infiltrated, oh, and one last thing... The beer is quite good and is succeeding in pushing back the headache's evil forces. This is allowing me to write a sad scene for my Dragonfly Lord. I am into chapter 9 and making another forward push this weekend.
*using the phrase "picture it" reminded me of Golden Girls- Sophia: "Picture it, Sicily, 1922..."
p.s. X-Men: First Class was quite an enjoyable movie. There is a scene when the x-men are training when Erik (Magneto) is asked to move a satellite dish, and the moment is simply wonderful. I might have teared up a little. But I'm a sucker for the "becoming" moments.