at present...

my yin in is in the bedroom licking vitamins, and i have absconded to the living room in order to escape her description of the parasites that live in her gut and hatch during full moons.

but this is beside the point.

the point is i have to watch a violent movie for class, and lamentably my schedule requires that i screen it just before bed. i like to think of myself as immune to such influences, but considering i dreamed of gladiators two nights ago, and World War Two the night before that, it seems that my status as an active, informed audience does little to impede filmic iconography from making its way to my subconscious.

"Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more..."

- Bill Shakespeare