I broke my spork…

Kind of grumpy this evening. I went to see a really lame film with Cal which was really really funny, but that I got all mournful in the bus on the way home. I think it’s cos I broke my plastic spork at lunch-time. Maybe it was like a symbol, like they have in books that chicks like. Or something. One thing cheers me up – that tomorrow I can reveal to Cal that Anthony Hopkins character in the movie we saw was called ‘Gaylord Oaks’.