Once in a long while, maybe twice or thrice a year, I have a depressing day. Make 17 Janvier 2007 one of ’em — I irritated enough in my know-it-all crassness to have a vulgarity spat at me — at work. Mixed feelings and thoughts; have yet to plumb the depths of this rollercoaster and regain equilibrium. I’m a crybaby at the core. It is admittedly unfortunate that my ability to rile has not diminished over the years. When will I learn to guard my tongue once and for all? Why do I need these crushing reminders?
Anyway, a convival, surprisingly thought-laden dinner, and a re-reading of them Serenity comics made the boo-boo feel better.
Two feely bits to share in lieu of more proper thoughts:
- SRK has the best head of hair in the world.
- I’m impressed that Shilpa Shetty actually impressed Germaine Greer and even Hari Kunzru.
- Is Wentworth Miller a lankier version of Elijah Wood, or what?