I had joked that I should have that leopard skin couch on which my ah, I can't even say it - let's call him my would-be doppelganger - moped his way through that bizarre movie. That couch was so gaudy and ludicrous and said everything that needed to be said about it. I'm talking about Queen of the Damned in case that's not clear enough, although what this incoherently gaudy flick has to do with my life or hers or even a bit of unrelated entertainment I don't know.
Anyway, I said that I coveted the couch. Or just the leopard skin for my bed. Not really. Maybe. Definitely. Just because.
And Louis has suddenly barred me from entering my own room.