I stopped drinking Diet Coke as of last Friday and boy, am I feeling it. No headaches, but extreme fatigue and some disorientation. Gah.
Plus I discovered a sty on Sunday, which worsened on Monday morning, and so I made an early morning trek to the urgent care clinic. I took the bus from the clinic to Ballston Metro which unhappily was evacuated and closed while I was already in the station. I spent all of Monday with hot towels over my eyes and listening to the thunderstorm.
I managed at least to watch My Life as a Dog and Amélie. I enjoyed Amélie a lot more; probably because it showed such an idealized view of Paris (so clean!) quite like the New York City of You've Got Mail. My Life as a Dog was cute in some parts and painful in others. I suppose that childhood is painful for most people, and universally so - even in rural 1950s Sweden.