Yes, immediately after writing a post about how I haven't walked out of anything yet, I walked out of something. And I walked out of something called The Exodus. The irony never stops.

There wasn't anything wrong with it, I just seem to pick this movie every year - something Asian with a slightly quirky premise (in this case, that women are secretly trying to rid the earth of men) which turns out to be perfectly capable but utterly uninteresting. Somehow I always miss the obvious warning signs. Oh well.

But man, Stuck was fucking terrific. Downside: now completely wired and doubt I'll sleep anytime soon; my internal clock must have finally adjusted to the new sched. My first day back at work will be hilarious.

I'm really glad that I saw two great films today (Elizabeth and Maîtresse) and one really fucking entertaining one (Stuck). The five-a-day thing seems like the perfect flow right now; I'm very much looking forward to tomorrow's run.

Wore the Superman shirt today; when I didn't hear my burrito order come up this evening, I was finally alerted when everyone in B-boyz yelled "SUPERMAN!!" And then on my way home, I got "Hey Superman, you wanna have some fun?" from a prostitute. Then she showed me her ass (her actual ass, not the clothing covering her ass). It's not too bad being the Man of Tomorrow.