All week, I’ve had one of those nagging colds. Not sick enough stay home or win me much pity but sick enough for me to be miserable. I’m tired. My body hurts. My head is full. I’ve got this little nagging cough that sometimes turns into full body coughs. I’m so goddamn tired. You’re welcome for the symptom list. The concerned poodle is tired of the list too:

So, I’ve been staring at all of my screens. That modern cure for boredom and sickness alike. Screens, screens, screens and Netflix – on a number of those screens – has been my friend.

Tonight (because night starts at 4:30 here in Minnesota) I watched Mark Duplass’s 2009 atypical bromance, Humpday.

Mark’s character and an old college buddy decided to make a porn for the Seattle amateur porn festival. Two straight men seriously discussing their sexual insecurities makes for surprisingly less awkward watching than you’d think. It’s a sweet film. Awkward in all the right Duplass ways.

That’s all I’ve got. Back to my other screens, my friends. Much love.