I bwatched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind last week and I didn't cry. It was the fourth time I've ever watched it, and I'd been a useless puddle every time. Until now. The first time I was still with Charles, in a relatively happy place, the second time was the day immediately after the first time, the third time I was trying to fall asleep a few weeks after the breakup.

I'm a little disappointed that I won't have a stimulus with which to produce and harvest tears for the black market anymore, but I guess I'm also glad I didn't have to de-puff my eyes afterwards.

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In the next half hour: practice the presentation
At school this week: make rough lit review nice
At home this week: write book review.