I was disappointed in the Oscars last night. Not a single upset, nary an outburst, not even too many outrageously bad outfits (OK, Uma Thurman's was pretty dreadful). I enjoyed Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, but don't think that it should've won everything it was nominated for. The broadcast had some funny moments, but nothing really stands out. There's really not much fodder for water cooler chat this morning. But at least it didn't go past 1 a.m., as in years past.
Now I'm trying to get into work, and failing miserably. A total lack of motivation. I've been here 3 hours and all I've managed to do is half-heartedly return some emails and organize some files. Pathetic. I spent a lot of the weekend asleep; I think my body is fighting something off. Or it's in withdrawal, as my doctor forgot to call the pharmacy to refill my prescription.
Current song in my head:
Music from Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World, which has a lovely score