Another Opening, Another Show

It’s Tuesday morning, which means I’m ironing my dress and my hair, applying my warpaint, practicing my film reviews on permakitten Grace, and belting out this song in preparation for another episode of Talking Pictures. Lately I’d prefer my life be a Broadway musical rather than a French film. I take this as a good sign.

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy