It's February 2nd, again. Again.
If you were forced to live one day to over and over, forever...what would you do?
I like to believe I wouldn't have to go through the first part of the film, where he indulges then despairs at his plight. I want to believe that once I realize my predicament, I would embrace the opportunity for self betterment. That I would immediately find something to read, watch movies I hadn't thought about, learn to dance, to sing, play instruments, learn languages, right wrongs. I like to believe I would.
But I don't think would.