Nobody likes a Mr. Sniffles

I called in sick this morning and made my legitimately croaky-voiced excuses. My face hurts. I do feel awful, and I got like zero sleep last night, but I still managed a giggle as I gathered together a stack of DVDs and relocated my laptop to the couch. I ordered a bunch of new DVDs the other week and they arrived on Monday. They include: Big Fish (I defy you not to cry during this movie), Igby Goes Down, and Almost Famous. I'm sounding pretty cool with my purchases thus far, non? But stay with me, I reveal my true colours in the next paragraph.

So last night was my TNL (Tuesday Night Late) and the supervisor was off. Oh my goodness, it was so weird! It was me, Potter and Elspeth and I was just like, agog: "It's just us?" I realised with a feeling not unlike that of a child when a teacher leaves the classroom. As sod's law would have it, it was ridiculously busy and we had little opportunity to slack, but it was so much more relaxed and pleasant. Elspeth has given up chocolate and cake for Lent (cuckoo - chocolate and cake? Give yourself some room to move!) and so I delighted in describing to her the warm Alabama fudge cake with a couple of scoops of vanilla ice cream I enjoyed on Monday night in front of (...and here it comes...) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. This movie is perhaps the definition of a chick flick, but oh how I love it! Kate Hudson is simply hilarious. The highlight for me has to be the following line: (in a sing-song voice) "little big little big, I do not know we will find out!" It's not without its flaws ('Frost Yourself' has to be the worst slogan for diamonds I ever heard) but I could watch it like a million times, and I kind of plan to. Sorry Boyfy!

"I love you Benky, but I don't have to like you right now."