I’m just sitting, crouched like a stalker in the bushes on the TIFF site page hitting refresh and waiting for the film list. Why do I torture myself like this every year? I should just go to bed so I can get to work early and spend lunch on the TIFF site guilt-free. But I can’t help it. I need to know now. I don’t need to delay the frakking gratification the festival only happens once a year! It’s the only time I take more than two consecutive days off work. I need this, and I need to know what’s coming now.
I’m going to fix myself a cocktail now. Perhaps with a muscle relaxant chaser. This kind of obsessive behaviour can’t be good for my skin.