In which Sky is tired of being sick.

Merry Christmas to all. Seasons greetings and all that. I hope you have a goo day with your families and with presents, and if you aren't, well, that you are warm.

I am feeling a bit ill today. Which is not cool. So I am going to stay in bed and hope that I am not having a elapse of my earlier sickness.

I am hoping that today might perhaps be a productive day. Mayhaps there will be some writing. That would be nice.

In which Sky gripes about PotC.

You know, I was watching PotC for he umpteenth time after unpacking about half of my stuff, and I realized something.

When Jack and Will are in the cave, and Will accuses Jack of wanting to wait for the "opportune moment" that is most beneficial to him, he didn't have to screw Jack's plans over. I mean, they could have gotten Elizabeth and the Pearl. (See I have enough faith in Jack as a person that I don't believe that he was ever intending to abandon Will and let Barbosa kill him. Jack's a man of his word! He would just use Will as leverage.) But no. Will's hatred for pirates in any sense means that he had to screw everything up by smacking Jack on the back of the head, and making things a hundred times worse. Because he's a dumbass.

That said, I still love Jack Sparrow and Mr. Johnny Depp.

I watched Chocolat right before PotC and I adore that movie. I want the soundtrack.