But we're not talking about the UK today. I watched Amelie this morning for the first time in forevskies and it has brightened me like a grey day does to my mood! I really, really love that movie. Proof that a feel-good movie can be extremely artistically titillating.
Now I've got Psych on, which I forgot I had the first season of on DVD, and I have remembered how much I love that, too! Exciting stuff, really. This is what occurs when I give up my stubborn need to not use my TV lately. So wrong. Television, movies, I'm all for it.
Most importantly, of course, is the realisation of the day: I don't need to become an alcoholic to never, ever be sober. I refuse to have inhibitions! To a point, of course, but I currently vote for everlasting drunkenness.
The dent in my thumb is back. I remember now how much time I spent focusing on that damn dent when I was last in London. It seriously invaded my thought. And it has returned!
I lied..... [sixdays].
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