I've failed you! (again)
I did announce on my facebook - that wondrous bundle of knowledge - that I would be reviewing The Event, but I found my heart wasn't in it (Blair Underwood is though) and I ended up engulfing spoonfuls of sugar upon the edge of my bed, being lulled to sleep by never-ending reruns. I had become what I had ridiculed in my second ever post, donning my Homer Simpson shorts and Matrix shirt (both ridiculously underworn and overused) and surrendering myself to the television in a desperate act of attempted self-consolation.
Thankfully though I was saved. In a blind fit of nostalgia I rang a long-lost friend (who lives about two hundred metres away) and she convinced me to come over and blub in person.
On doing so (having changed out of my unsuitable attire) I felt considerably more human, and was able to drink coffee and stave the night away listening to her endless problems, and feeling slightly more humorous about mine. Until her parents politely asked me to leave at nine. Then again, slightly less politely at ten. Then again at ten something, at which point I realised it was in the interest of my safety that I left.
So I'm back, sort of.
Not that I ever left.
Er...
Look, I'm here, okay?
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