How's that stomach Cugat?

Well it's getting better. I discovered (through my continued obsessive reading about all things gall bladder) that the doctors had to pump my up with CO2 in order to get in there and poke around. This explains why my stomach was distended considerably more than usual. I thought I had actually gotten fatter since the surgery. No, they inflated me like a balloon. How pleasant.

So aside from enjoying the lovely pharmaceuticals I've been swallowing like M&Ms, I watched Rescue Dawn (in the middle of the day!), the awesome Werner Herzog Vietnam movie. I want to like his movies a lot more than I do, but he's hit and miss for me. Grizzly Man, for instance, was one of my least favorite movies, and while the d00d who went to Alaska fits the profile of a Herzog character perfectly, he was pretty annoying and I honestly wished he had gotten eaten by the bears a lot sooner (as a character I wished that, not as a person; there are very few people who I truly wish to be eaten alive; I just found this guy irritating and completely inarticulate and uninformed about bears, and most other things about which he opened his yapper). Maybe if it weren't a documentary it would have been better. Maybe I just saw too much of myself in him. Maybe deep down I know that he's the gentle hippie I was destined to become if I had not graduated high school, joined the Marines, gone to college, got a job, had a kid, got another job, traveled extensively, learned languages, and had a gall bladder operation. Whatever, Rescue Dawn is really good.

I also read four Moliere plays. They're great, but god help me if I ever have to sit through one of them. Beckett has more action. Moliere is very witty though, very clever, and I bow to his superior ability.

I also read O'Connor's The Violent Bear It Away. Why haven't I read this sooner? Nobody told me to. I've read all her stories but for some reason I never got to the novels. She only wrote a few so it won't be hard to soon say I read them all.

And I will say that. Soon.

Apparently I have to go back to work tomorrow. I wonder if there's another organ I can...no, there's not.