1. My head hurts from crying throughout the second half of this movie.
2. If I wait too much longer, it will be tomorrow and the NaBloPolice will come and give me a ticket or something. I'm not sure what they do to scofflaws, but I'm sure it's not pretty.
3. My glasses are upstairs, and I'm blind as a bat without them, so I have no idea if any of the words I'm typing are the words I mean them to be. I'm guessing I'm probably close--thank you, Mrs. High-School Typing Teacher Whose Name I Can't Currently Recall--but for all I know, I'm two keys off, and this is nothing but hpnn;rfuhppl.
4. God, I'm tired. And a little embarrassed. How sad is it to be resorting to this kind of post on DAY FOUR? Will you forgive me if I tell you that tomorrow will be better? I have no idea if it actually will be, but if it'll convince you to forgive me, I'm willing to lie to you.