Fick as Suck

In my last blog entry, I told you I had begun coughing.

I have yet to stop.

I am sicker than a rabid dog that ate lunch out of a garbage truck. My head feels like an overinflated tire and I generally don't want to move.

In the intervening days, however, I did mange to get out of the house.

I met with Marie Jost, who was in Hong Kong for the first time, on Friday afternoon. We hung out and had dinner, though I imagine I was not very good company.

That same night I met up with the people I did the 48 hour Film Project with because our film was screening at the Short Film Competition Program of the HKIFF.

I saw Desmond So and Grace Huang in the lobby of the theatre while I was waiting outside, and unfortunately didn't get a chance to say hello in person. As contagious as I was/am, it is probably for the best.  Still, I apologize for not being more social.

It's just as well that I didn't speak with them, since the program started right on time (a rarity, according to some), and our film was first.

It was an odd feeling, seeing myself projected onto the screen. But I enjoyed it and I hope other people did too.

But other than that, I have been laid out flat by this brutal infection and hope to merciful God that it gets better soon.

If you'll excuse me, I need to go French kiss a cough syrup bottle...