Last night I likened Philosophy to the child in Stanley Kunitz's poem, "Halley's Comet." Only because.
I can't say I liked The Transformers because I fell asleep when everyone started killing everyone. Not that it was boring, no. I was just really really tired. I apologize to my sister who bought the tickets. I promise not to sleep in Harry Potter during the 11th (Yey, same seats!)
Four words: Lemon Square Cheese Cake.