To-day I watched Almost Famous with my sister. It was my second time seeing it, and even though I'd enjoyed it immensely the first time, I was slightly surprised that I enjoyed it so well the second. It didn't seem like a re-watcher to me for some reason.
Wow. Ah . . .
I have that feeling like what I had as a kid when I read books on medieval stuff and imagined myself in a castle or in a fantastic version of England in the middle ages. Point is, real life is starting to seem especially peripheral.
This mood is damned cosy . . .