Continuing to run with this week's theme of turning over new leafs, it has come to the point where I can finally forgive Garth Jennings for The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy shambles, if not forget.
Not sure where this uncharacteristic forgiveness is coming from. Possibly he's grown as a director since. Possibly it's his relationship with Adam and Joe. Probably it's because I'm having to syphon off hatred from other areas of my life to ensure my hatred of Chemistry is well-supplied.
My hatred of Chemistry is bottomless. It can never be quenched.
Non-related note: I can't get the smell of formaldehyde out of my nose/brain.
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