A sore throat and Rotten Tomatoes...

And so you get the basic idea of what I'm feeling right now. I'm sitting in the library trying not to cough too much whilst reading what famous New Yorkers have to say about films. Why can't I just make my own mind up? I've seen the film, I've talked about it in seminars - I think I'm well informed enough to form my own opinion.

I hate this monitor. The screen is too big and the letters are huge. I feel as though everyone around me can see what I'm typing. I much prefer the computers in the group room - fine, the keyboards are too noisy but at least they maintain a certain amount of privacy.

Part of me is also feeling remotely guilty for a comment I made a few weeks ago concerning a friend. She told me that one of her boyfriend's acquaintances is beautiful to the extent that she has professional photography done. When he claimed that his girlfriend was more beautiful than this model-like charmer, I stated that it's at times like that that you know they're lying. Now I think she's annoyed with me. But I've been thinking about it, and I know it's right. No matter how gorgeous you are or you think you are, there is always someone who has something you haven't. Someone whose body curves are more pleasing on the eye. Someone whose hair bounces more when they walk, or sways more in the wind. Someone whose skin glows more. Someone whose eyes are brighter. Even if those who love you can't see it, you always can. I don't think I did anything wrong in making the comment, as it's always true. That's why so many women hate actresses...