At least the cyborg couple end up together. Yep, that's quite how low I am today, comforting myself by remembering the ending of Chasing Amy (one of the most bittersweet endings one can have in a film), and playing the game of "try and find the medication". How do I lose that small pink box so often (apart from when entering clubs in which case I have to try and explain its existence). Will pull myself together and get some writing done later, I hope. Or just re-read more DWJ, my IQ's that low at the moment.