*whines* I want to go see the Dark Knight again _{even if my inner feminist won't shut up}. We actually went yesterday, but the showing was sold out. On a Monday! Go figure.

My printer's being stupid. And I have an assignment due in an hour. Please work. Pllllleeeaaase. I bought you new ink and everything! Why won't you work?

Later, after class:
So I'm supposed to hand it in on Thursday.

I feel depressed. I don't really deal with stress very well.

So I just watched an episode of The Batman. Stay with me.
It starts with a non-clean shaven Batman with a device, and the entire Gotham covered in Zombies. The device is supposed to let loose "the antidote" and it's Batman's "final chance". Suddenly, he's attacked by two dark shapes.
"They don't look like zombies," I think, "Therefore they must be Batgirl and Robin. But why would Batgirl and Robin stop Batman from releasing the antidote? Unless Batman's the one infected, and he sees them as zombies, but they know he's the crazy one." ( for friend's pages )