To start, I was quite right about Star Wars. If anything, I understated the situation when I described Hayden Christensen as "curiously wooden." A more appropriate term might be something that gets across the concept that he a) could not act his way out of a wet paper sack, b) delivers every line the same way, and c) does not open his mouth when he speaks. I do not know what exactly that term is, but I bet it is a good one. Plus he is ugly and I bet he eats kittens. Besides, the dialogue was monumentally awful, and the "love story" made me want to cry. In the sense that if I had seen any more of it I would have burst into tears of frustration and rage. It was just an abysmal train wreck all the way 'round. I do hate that after all this, I still say the final half-hour is worth the price of admission, but I have a weakness for the epic battle thing.
My Day-Quil related madness lasted long into the night. Especially as I had to take more of it so I would not cough during the movie. I definitely do not trust that stuff any more -- in addition to the side effects mentioned yesterday, it also somehow had the ability to drastically exacerbate my already overactive (and woefully underindulged) libido, making my entire night an exercise in lustful staring at passersby. (I can already hear ArtStudent roommate mumbling something about "What makes that different from any other night?" Ha ha.) On the plus side, however, the Quil-Madness motivated me enough (okay, okay, made me downright predatory enough) that I snagged a nice fellow from the bar for some recreation. Hallelujah for ending five-month-long dry spells! (No, for those of you prurient and curious enough to inquire, that boy from a while back and I refrained.) Now I just have to start the counter over again. "Wow, it's been eleven whole hours since the last time I..."
The sad part is that it really was not as fun as I remember. Maybe I should chalk that up to having a cold, in order to avoid completely disillusioning myself. Alas.