The bass in the Wonder Ballroom is presently so ridiculous my phone's screen is vibrating. Not a Ratatat fan. Arg!

I don't want to have this much to do.

Also, the BPAL scent I tried today (Lightning) smells like this stuff the Gap used to make, and it disconcerts me every time I catch a whiff. I feel like I'm 25 and depressed. This isn't helpful. How many times have I scrubbed my wrists? At least three.

So is this really going to be the most predictable, dull Oscars on record? I'd almost rather place bets on that than on the individual categories, though I guess it's sort of the same thing.

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