Today I finally threw the towel in, with regards being the only functioning adult in the house and ran away. No I didn't. But I did all my chores and then jumped on my bike and headed to the cameo to see Martha Marcy May Marlene. I had no idea what it was about before I went in, but just the action of buying my ticket and my pint of Guinness seemed to do the trick in the happiness stakes.
The film was great, pretty heavy stuff, but a suitable amount of tension to keep me gripped.