I had an essay to write today, but I ended up procrastinating and taking myself out for a date. I went to the Landmark La Jolla theater and saw The Black Swan. I was terrified. The movie scared the living daylights out of me. I was wound up pretty tight when I decided to go, and that movie exacerbated it. Nothing seems lonelier right now that sitting in my room afraid, listening for bumps in the night. I hope I never see that movie again.
The only comfort I have is knowing that this paper is due tomorrow whether or not I feel psychologically tortured by a stupid movie. Maybe not being able to sleep tonight will be a good thing.
The only comfort I have is knowing that this paper is due tomorrow whether or not I feel psychologically tortured by a stupid movie. Maybe not being able to sleep tonight will be a good thing.