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Okay, I'm not going to write much, because I can't breathe and I'm pretty sure my head is about to explode. In other words: flu.
Anyway, I did go on the "date" last night, even though I was feeling quite crappy, because I don't get dates very often.
We went to see Beowulf, which was okay, but quite overdramatic, and I couldn't concentrate because I was suffering from the "It's That Guy!"-syndrome. Turned out to be John Malkovich. Duh. I blame the flu.
Afterwards, we went for a drink. I think I may have said about two words that weren't an answer to a question. *sigh* It was sort of disaster-y, but without actually being morbidly fascinating.
I'm going back to bed.
Anyway, I did go on the "date" last night, even though I was feeling quite crappy, because I don't get dates very often.
We went to see Beowulf, which was okay, but quite overdramatic, and I couldn't concentrate because I was suffering from the "It's That Guy!"-syndrome. Turned out to be John Malkovich. Duh. I blame the flu.
Afterwards, we went for a drink. I think I may have said about two words that weren't an answer to a question. *sigh* It was sort of disaster-y, but without actually being morbidly fascinating.
I'm going back to bed.
