I watched Cecil B Demented, Drop Dead Gorgeous, and Kissing Jessica Stein while drinking some Christmas tequila. It was really nice. This roommate thing is starting to feel like a 1950s divorce and it makes me think what if there was nothing there to begin with. I suppose this is the new found marathon viewing sessions. I'm going to make a picnic tomorrow and enjoy this weather and away from the never-ending Netflix queue of distraction from reality. In all likelihood, it will either rain, or I will be attacked by pelicans/mosquitos/the elderly.
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