Life Having spent the day in bed which I could have needed on Thursday, I'm finally on the mend. My voice is now closer to a Mariella Frostrup which is a bit disconcerting for someone who would tape her late night video review show for that one reason during his adolescence. It's Oscar night and so I look at my clock and know for a change I won't be going to bed for another seven hours. Each year I stay up into the wee hours hoping that for once the Academy will get it right. Apparently Rings is the favourite but I just know that when it comes time for the envelope it'll go to Master & Commander. We'll see...

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