45 Pineapples for Clive.

I just slammed my finger in my bureau drawer, bending my fingernail backwards.
Hurts.
I blame all of you.

But hey, you likely have tomorrow off from work, yes?

This is what you should do: see Children of Men.
All I will say is that it's "sci-fi" categorization is clearly a misnomer, as it's plausibility is irrefutable: layered, nuanced, and menacing.
And for that, it's both brilliant and to-yo'-bones unnerving.

Since I saw it today, I will not be watching it tomorrow. Instead, I will be shopping for casual, non-running sneakers that I can wear walking around and not break my face on ice and snow. Maybe like these? Or these?