Masterpiecey

I assume that I'll probably wake up in about fifteen minutes or so. I don't know why, but I've been in a haze all morning so far. The train ride in felt like a dream. A bumpy, uncomfortable dream.

Sunday night TV is usually a pretty depressing thing. I don't know why they put the worst shows on the night where most of the public really needs a pick-me-up. But last night I found a hidden jewel that might just cure the Sunday TV Blues for good -- Masterpiece Theater.


(Monsterpiece Theater narrated by Alaister Cookie)

I've never read E.M.Forster's A Room With A View but the PBS adaptation was absolutely a treat. It followed a kind of break neck speed, so I'm going to read the actual book to fill in the blanks, but it was lovely for what it was. Essentially, I'm going to love any story whose heroine is named Lucy Honeychurch, seriously E.M.? Yes. Seriously.



So I sat on my couch with a glass of cheap wine and cried at the ephemeral nature of living and love while Brian played xbox. Because, essentially, that's how we live.

More coffee.
Erin