Been thinking about how Groundhog Day is the perfect quarantine movie, not because this all feels the same, but because it gives us a guide to measure ourselves by. A lot of people thought they'd use to time to turn into piano-playing, ice-sculpting Phil Connors...
Or this Phil Connors
Some of us who normally think of ourselves as friendly and easygoing just want to punch Ned Ryerson in the face
And some people feel a need to break loose and drive over a cliff and take someone innocent with them