hmpf

and I couldn't stand the thought of going home, so I didn't. Instead I went and watched Jim Carrey feeling like crap, 'cause, you know, Jim Carrey is pretty when he looks like he feels like crap, and hence he's my crush of the month.

(Yep, resurgence of Hmpf the angst-fixated fangirl. This is therapeutic squee.)

He's gaunt, pale and unshaven, in desperate need of a fashion sense and a haircut, and he looks his age (42). All of which endears him to me enormously. He is also entirely unrecognisable as Jim Carrey, which is A Very Good Thing.

Somebody give that man an Oscar. He deserved one for the Truman Show, and he deserves one about ten times as much for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind now.

Kate Winslet, to be fair, is just about as gorgeous in the movie and makes me seriously consider again that old dream of dyeing my hair green. (Yes, green. I know everybody dyes their hair red, 'cause it's, like, the hair colour of wild and dangerous grrls, but green is the only colour my hair should be if it isn't going to be the colour Nature made it. A dark, mossy green, kinda Entish. I'd only dye the tips, and it would look like moss were growing in my hair, or as if my hair was turning into moss at the tips.)

And the film, well, the film is easily the most beautiful film I've seen in years. It's a movie about love that could actually make an inexperienced cynic like me drop her reservations about having relationships.

Now if only I could find a man who looked like Jim-Carrey-when-he-doesn't-look-like-Jim-Carrey...

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Apart from that, the day was actually sort of okay. I got to live out my pyromaniacal tendencies at work, then decided not to go home but stay in the city until it was time for the early evening showing of Eternal Sunshine... Spent the time buying a book, (Greg Bear: Eon, recommended by one of my current employers who might have become a colleague as well, if I hadn't botched yesterday's trial thingy), then bought a sketch pad and a set of pencils, and hung out a few hours in Starbuck's.

Starbuck's, Costa and Coffee Republic are like a plague; the city is full of them. I would have liked to go somewhere else, but there *is* no other place where you could spend a few hours sipping tea and nibbling on a muffin in the city. Only Starbuck's and its ilk - on every frelling corner. Anyway... political reservations aside, I had a nice enough time there, and actually got some revising done. Will probably go there again tomorrow, because I've always been able to concentrate best in coffee houses. Can't fall asleep there; and can't escape work. (I should have been born in Vienna, in the 19th century...)

Also started using my new sketch pad by doodling in it, and declared the result the Doodles of Artistic Empowerment. I used to be creative, before I decided to become creative professionally and lost all inspiration. Let's see if I can rediscover that.

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For the time being I'm replacing all my icons with Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind ones, 'cause I feel like it. But, don't worry, both Jaeger and the Cop Porn will be back.

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Thanks for all the hugs, guys. It helped. I'm still sort of depressed, but I will be okay, I guess. Pyromania, the sketch pad and Jim Carrey helped, as well.