I saw the new movie 21 tonight. It was quite a decent movie, though it didn't really grip me that much. I think I was put off by the pervasive greed. Still, a well-made and enjoyable movie!
I would love to have a day off tomorrow, but that won't happen. There is a music assignment pressing, a Spanish test to study for, and things to be done in organising a debate for EUSci. I know that I have things pretty light compared to most people I know, but what really makes a difference to how you feel is how light you feel you can handle things to be. I don't feel particularly strong under things at the moment, and so each day is a day with a pack to be shouldered as I wake and shed as I slowly drift into unconsciousness at the day's distant other end.
I wish I knew how I worked... I have a feeling life would be easier that way. I am not and have never been a simple guy. Even twenty-three-and-three-quarter years as my own closest companion haven't taught me every nuance of my psyche. Is this normal? Or is this where the entire discipline of philosophy had its birth?
