My eyes, they burn.

I could write about how I've had the most serene day, and there is now five inches of undisturbed snowfall right beyond my bedroom window.

But no.

Instead, I will tell you that Bollywood has made its own version of Fight Club.

It has singing and dancing and beaches and boys who look like they came straight out of the Indian N*Sync.

No, really.



I feel a little like dying right now.