Been bed-ridden all day - finally got out of bed around five, and moved my self-pitying miserable self to the couch, where I've stayed ever since, doing very little aside from watching
Futurama episodes and feeling very, very sorry for myself. (I can be an insufferable wimp sometimes.)
Not a great day, then, as you can imagine; with the fever and the throat and the being barely alive. Better now, though, so you don't need to send me any cookies, flowers, or "feel better"s. (Unless, you know, you really want to.)
The opening number of the 2003 VMAs was cheesily entertaining. The rest of the show - currently being shown on MTV Europe - is degenerating into a predictably self-absorbed "industry" masturbation with interminable acceptance speeches, stilted humour, and a mixed bag of music. The MTV Movie Awards are so much more entertaining. What, me getting old? Nah. I just don't think I have the stamina right now to stay awake until two in the morning.
Besides, Chris Rock just isn't funny.