My teeth ache, I can't deal with personal relationships with any sort of rationality today, and I'm really hoping I didn't accidentally drop some medicine in the street on the way to the bus this morning. But at least I get to work with Vicki today, and Sally Potter's adaptation of Orlando came in for me at work.
I'll try to watch it without think about how much I hated that other Potter movie, The Tango Lesson.
In other news, someone stole a painting by Picasso from a São Paulo museum. It's been a while since I've heard about any major art thefts.