I'm alternating sharply between a tiring, grinding pessimism and choosing out my ideal Brussels apartment on Immoweb - they have so many with slopes there - and wondering why no one else wants me, or at least wants me enough that they haven't already hired me or got me to this stage of interviewing. So last night we talked about our tensions and 'relaxed' over Wild at Heart, which I hadn't seen before. Not my favourite movie ever but Laura Dern was fantastic; not scared of being annoying or ugly, and being beautiful as she did it. And I admire David Lynch and whoever else for maintaining a vision of consistent weirdness throughout the whole two hours, even if I was kind of bored of it by the time the Good Witch appeared.
In response to the fuckin' cold, because it is fuckin' cold (the Korean student who I tutor most weeknights screamed in pain when we left the library for the metro station, and I sympathized enough to spontaneously and loudly teach him 'fucking' as a modifier for 'cold') Figaro made me salep, a Turkish drink made from (traditionally) ground orchid bulbs. It was delicious - like a really pleasant, thin hot custard. One of those tastes and consistencies which appeal to your eating/drinking instincts that get things into your belly. Highly reccommended.