I watched Drive last night. [There will be no spoilers in this anecdote] After all its perfectly measured pacing, the killer soundtrack, the lingering gazes…All of my 100% attentiveness, all…the…way…through… I got a fucking phonecall, 5 minutes from the end. “Not now!!”, I said. “Bad timing!”, I said. “Climax of the movie”, I said. But it was too late. The phone was thrust upon me, the spell was broken, and I will forever associate that movie with the moderate devastation I experience when I’m all geared up to have an emotion of some kind and I’m thwarted. THWARTED. This is why I’m an insomniac. The only damn time you can be sure of anything is when everyone in the city is already asleep.