(I refuse to officially call myself a loser just yet).
Probably 99% of the time the inner workings of my brain could be fairly accurately represented by the concept of a fistfight between Lady GaGa and a Moomin.
(A giant moomin who appears to be winning most of the time, if only by virtue of her sheer size and squishiness… in spite of which we’re all still rooting for GaGa).
Sorry. Odd little mood today.