I am Sam was watched.
I'm pretty out of it.
The blood sugar says I should eat... but I'm just not hungry. Maybe in a couple hours.
I am Sam is a movie that *Ensures* you will cry.
You just will. You will cry.
And it seems I turn into turbo bitch when I go to a movie. The woman 4 rows behind me was wearing enough perfume to make all 12 of us in the theater nice and stinky for the rest of the day. Someone forgot to turn off their cell phone, and the VERY OLD people around me would *not* quit babbling.
"I sure do love it when the geriatric can't remember where they are long enough to SHUT UP DURING THE MOVIE"
What are they going to do? beat me up?