I’m at work and starting to process a DVD (meaning “put stickers all over and make it look like the Library owns the darn thing”) called Musa: The Warrior. It’s Korean, or possibly Chinese and I have to type up a label that says “Foreign Language Film” and my brain just cannot handle the word “foreign” this morning.
I just kept staring at it and the word kept looking weirder and weirder to me. In fact, the word “weirder” is looking very odd right now.
I should have stayed in bed this morning.