It balances.

Minus 30 out there with the wind chill (minus 22 Farenheit).

Purple hair.

Coming down with a cold. I can tell.

Drinking morning coffee out of a "Mind the Gap" mug with the central London Underground on it, from Notting Hill Gate to Aldgate East and from King's Cross St. Pancras to Embankment.

Well, hell.

/Wolf Creek/, which I have been looking forward to for weeks, and which falls into the category of "one of the very few horror movies John actually expressed interest in" is no longer playing in Ottawa.

Nor in Hull. Nor in Montreal. It's playing in Toronto, but *that* just isn't happening.

(Neither was Montreal, to be honest. But I had to check.)

Curses. Foiled again.

Maybe it'll hit the second-run theatres.