We had a wonderful weekend in the Fishbowl. Nothing spectacular, which has been the best part of it. The week before was so busy, that I was absolutely happy with a handful of ordinary stuff. No better things to do than cleaning, cooking, sleeping and watching a couple of movies on the couch. On that note; Drive felt weird to me. Though the pictures were enticing, the music captivating and everything made sense, I found it overwelming in it's brutality. In the end all the beating, the shooting and torturing totally turned me off. Call me a chicken, but I believe, the movie could have been more convincing without all that.