Orlando isn't coming to the Ned Kelly premiere. He's rehearsing for Troy, or something. Piffle. Feeble excuse. I am forlorn. And, y'know, versatile: I can pout at Heath Ledger. Not to forget Naomi Watts. Mainly, it's just the excuse to go forth, meet fangirls, and giggle. I need more excuses to giggle.

Drip-filter coffee: still bilgewater. Come back, stovetop, all is forgiven.