Of course, it’s a tragically depressing film. Jack Nicholson’s character is an intolerable bastard, but he manages to improve his personality and become vaguely normal towards the end.

It’s depressing because I’m stuck being the Ice Queen Hell Bitch of Death. No super dose of Prozac for me.

Anyway, with that in mind, I’ve been staying up too late for too long and my brain is frazzled.When people on twitter start telling you to go to bed, that’s a sign you’re burning the candle at both ends, and the middle… actually just chucking the whole thing in a fire.

So lacking the bearsedness to write anything properly, I will cheat and ask: how are you?

Update! Wait! I thought of something! Today’s the start of taxpayers paying other taxpayers to buy new cars! Now, I hate protectionism at the best of times but this morning a guy from Nissan was on extoling the benefits of using this “Free Money” scheme to buy a Nissan Micra. Please, people, please don’t buy Micras. They are, it seems, terrifying to drive above 20 miles an hour, ridiculously frightening to go round corners in and feel like you’re driving at 100 mph when you’re only doing 10. I don’t know what it is about Micras that make their owners so damned relaxed..

… wait… maybe that’s what I need. Maybe I need to give up the stupid sports car. Give up the ridiculous obsession with libertarianism and buy a Micra and learn to enjoy a more chilled out, relaxing kind of life. Yes. Yes… I mean… all I need to do is decide I love Gordon Brown, that I love the Labour Party, that Socialism is Great and the State is Awesome and that, you know what, Micras are actually cool? Well I could be happy right now. I could close the blog and go do something else.

But I don’t. I choose the way of pain, the way of adrenaline, the way of stress, high stakes and excitement. I choose conflict and struggle. Why can’t I choose Micras? What’s wrong with me?

I’d still like to know how you are, of course. Especially if you’ve got a Micra.