I am watching a film on the television that, PERSONALLY, I'd say verges on "a bit bad". Or as the French say, trés caca. The prostitutes in it are currently scrapping over a trick and there's fake fur flying everywhere. Morgan Freeman is an alcoholic who just downed a few shots of cheap whiskey. Like some class of a pure idiot. The hot lawyer chick is being pursued by a dangerous man!! Lock the door! PUT ON YOUR BULLETBROOF JACKET!

False alarm! Now there is piano music and I'm a bit teary because I haven't had my period yet.

This movie is my childhood all over again! FURTHERMORE, Morgan Freeman is not trying to get pregnant. Thank goodness! THE TAPE IS EXCLUDED COUNCILLOR!

I am having trouble separating tv from reality. I will be back when I have something substantial to say.

neuro-praxis -- Out of Witnesses and Out of Time