Good grief - karma, it seems, actually works.
Having just agreed to write about (and thus watch) Date Movie for work, I was called two minutes later by HSBC saying they'd had my wallet handed in. I lost that wallet the same night I fell asleep on a nightbus and woke up in Crystal bloody Palace, so something pretty damn good had to counteract that one. Happily, the sight of a very tall girl in floods of just-woken-up-and-in-half-asleep-hysterics-tears meant that the psychos left me alone, although that didn't stop me being proposed to on the way home.
Tears are a terribly strange reaction. Why is something that is linked to keeping your eyes clear of rubbish also linked to showing that you're sad, furious or moved? Why don't you, say, get migraines when something horrible happens, or break out in a rash when watching Bambi (a film that, along with The Incredible Journey, is on the Kat dangerlist of films never to be watched, ever). Why tears?
It's at times like this I wish that my brain was geared towards science instead of being wholly obsessed with languages and useless arts subjects.