What a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Congratulations.
Here we are, in all our glory, yesterday's team, me as usual struggling to smile:
What they need to do, first, is GET PEOPLE TO STOP HUGGING. The ceremony would be an hour shorter if they told winners to get the @#$#@ out of their seats and onto the stage without slobbering all over each other first.
And second, they need to instruct actresses to wear burlap sacks, so we can focus on their work and not on their dresses. Men wearing black suits and women dressed up as wedding cakes and large pouffy flowers, it's just not fair. But otherwise, it felt more meaningful this year than other years. And the best thing was going to bed at 10.45. Because I really didn't care who won.
Hot sun today. I'm sitting at my desk with my chest in the sun, still hoping to dry out the lungs. Getting there.