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I poked my head around the bedroom curtain this morning and wondered if the cloud cover will burn off or not. In the end, I hedged my bets with a polo shirt and a pair of jeans.

I want to do something fun this weekend. I've spent so much of my week being a whiny grouch.

Ha!

Guess what? I've been PMSing. Stupid hormones tricked me again. And as soon as I realized it, the dark mood vanished like a soap bubble.

Time to go work out!

Ha ha!

Netflix tried to give me a list of movies I'd like.

It was all political drama and comedic television shows.

So a few questions for the masses:

Are The Mummy movies the new Indiana Jones films?

Were the Indiana Jones films the new James Bond films?

Is Casino Royale a good movie?

Are there any life lessons one cannot learn from Ian Dury records?

That last one I posed to my boss earlier today to his great amusement. I am only half-joking about it.