Out of This World

Well, I've jumped all of Kubler-Ross' five stages of grieving and now arrive at stage six — stuffing my face with treats from Trader Joe's and watching movies — frozen mango (slightly thawed), peanut butter pretzels, smoked salmon, vinegar potato chips, organic root beer — out of this world. I've got the DVD of The Umbrellas of Cherbourg which someone loaned me a long time ago and I've finally got a chance to watch, as well as the complete Dr. Zhivago. Now, if I could just dig up a copy of Inside Daisy Clover. (Sorry to be so lazy as not to embed links ... tomorrow, tomorrow, I promise.)