Autumn out there. But sun.
We'll not talk about yesterday's sorry excuse for work.
Last night, we finished Season One of Hannibal. Brilliant. And Mads Mikkelsen is all kinds of sexy. Then I had RP in The Secret World. Then we watched a forgettable horror film, The Chernobyl Diaries (2012). The name held potential, but it quickly, unfortunately, disintegrates into a run-of-the-mill affair crowded with too much of everything. Then we watched the first episode of Twin Peaks (having watched the pilot Sunday night); it's was Spooky's idea to work our way through the series again. "One day my log will have something to say about this. My log saw something that night." Indeed.
And now, I'm running late. A provocative turn of phrase.