Since tomorrow looks like it will be an ugly day, I’m going to have a mini Wong Kar Wai film festival in my bedroom tomorrow. In the Mood for Love and 2046. Yum.
Also I do want to play a game or two of tennis. I’m really addicted to it. It tastes like pork. And little known fact: the scoring of the game (15,30,40) is because in French those numbers sound better when spoken together. Quinze, trente, quarante.