It seems that the less I like my entry the longer it stays as the latest entry. I can’t stand the previous entry because I was in a terrible mood and those never produce any results I can be proud of. Unfortunately though, I had no time to replace it because I mostly write at work. And recently work has been driving me crazy. I’ve spent weeks without lunch breaks, just trying to get stuff done. And then, when I come home, I’m so exhausted that I can only mumble at the TV for not showing anything worth watching. And so my bad mood entry has been inflicted on the world far longer than it should have. Well, finally I have the time to write again. I’m still tired but not to the point of crashing and I feel I should update. So here it goes:

I can’t remember much about last week. I guess I was too smothered in papers to notice what was going on outside the office. On Friday I arranged for Ellie (as Lynn shall be known from now on) to come over and take some pictures of the Hellhole. The Chronicles needed some kind of closure, after all. We also made dinner – which is a rare occurrence in my household since I hardly ever cook. Actually, I’m not that bad at cooking (at least that’s my opinion) but for some reason I never do. Well, this time I did (we did) and the table looked pretty appetising, even if I do say so myself.

The food we prepared. Looks good, doesn't it? By the way, the table is a gift from Megan.

Ellie brought the wine. Naturally! Come to me bearing a gift of wine and you'll have a friend for life.

Afterwards, Ellie went to see some musical in the cinema and I fell asleep. Well, almost. I almost fell asleep, looked at my watch and decided I was old. It was 10:30 PM. I don’t think single 23-year-olds are supposed to be sleepy at 10 on a Friday. It defies the laws of nature! We’re supposed to be out dating or partying or drinking or having sex or all of the above, not lying on the sofa staring at Doctor Dolittle (which, by the way, isn’t half bad provided you turn off your brain).

In spite of the social pressure in my brain to do something worth writing about I went to sleep instead. And woke up refreshed and ready to take on the world! Well, almost – the truthful version would be "woke up groggy but willing to do great things in the future, provided the future didn’t start for a few more hours" but I’m sure you all agree with me that doesn’t sound half as good. (Un)fortunately this state didn’t last very long since my mum called me and told me that a dog had attacked her. Apparently she’d been out walking Cixi and a huge dog had just attacked her. She was fighting to keep the dog away and to keep Cixi from attacking it (Cixi is a cocker spaniel and therefore not the best protector in the world. He has the spirit of a protector, though) and finally its owners caught up with the dog and took it away. And that’s what I mean: They took the dog and took off leaving my mother bleeding. Say what you will about people – they’re NOT caring and considerate. They’re heartless and cruel and look out only for their own best interests.

So this phone call cut my lazy morning short and I went to mum’s. Fortunately the situation wasn’t as bad as it sounded on the phone. She had some scratches on her face but nothing life-threatening or even permanent. The scars should probably heal in a few months. But I’m still feeling pretty murderous and like to run different humiliating scenarios through my brain where the dog’s owners are caught and punished.

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So that was the first part of my weekend. The negative part. The more positive part was the beginning of PÖFF (Dark Nights Film Festival. I know they translate it as Black Nights Film Festival but I really don’t like that translation). The first film I went to see was Intolerable Cruelty. Megan got us the tickets and we were really wondering what it actually was we were going to see. A quick search at the imdb.com and we found the opinions were divided – the film was either very good or very bad. Not very helpful! Well, I went to the cinema and didn’t know what to expect. I must say I wasn’t disappointed. Intolerable Cruelty was good, it was entertaining and funny. But that’s all it was! You could see the final solution coming a mile away because I don’t think there is a Hollywood-made film that doesn’t have a happy ending where two lovers are reunited.

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If I had to use one word to describe the film I’d use the word ‘gestures’. Because that’s what it was about. "I love you so I want you to sign a prenuptial agreement to prove I’m not looking for your money." "I love you so I tear up the prenup and prove that I trust you." "I cheated you once but now I’m rich and I want you again. I don’t need the prenup!" And so on and so forth… I was entertaining but the forests of paper they signed and tore could’ve produced a whole lot of oxygen.

The other thing, and that’s what always bothers me, was the deus ex machina ending. It’s like the writer (or, in this case, writers) suddenly just ran out of ideas and decided to end it fast. Why can’t the characters just work it out amongst themselves? Why is there some external force at work?
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Plus, George Clooney has bad teeth! Who would’ve known?

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