I am in this bonkers mood right now. I mean totally bonkers.
I’ve been talking about Murakami on this blog so much as of late — just saw the film adaptation of Norwegian Wood (my favorite Murakami book.) I can not, will not, go into detail. I’ll just say the film was excruciatingly slow. And long. Two and a half hours long. Well beyond what I can tolerate.
I’ll add that I had to stop myself from laughing during one of the most dramatic and crucial moments. Part of it was the result of sheer insanity (It was just so long. So very long.) Part of it was nervous laughter. I had to pee like you would not believe.
When the film ended, I shot up from my seat. But no one moved. It was one of those films in which people felt the need to be with their thoughts. They felt the need to display that they needed to be with their thoughts by not moving. I nearly threw a tantrum. Eventually, I had to trample over the still-not-moving crowd and was consequently cursed out of the theater.
I’ve been bonkers ever since.
Came home, walked into the bedroom and had a giggle fit. Because, you see, the perfume I received in my stocking this Christmas, the one that has been sitting on my dresser for two weeks, that is featured in this lovely picture…
It’s truffle oil.