It's too late to think. After over five hours of speed typing about Taxi Driver, even DeNiro is vaguely unexciting, and "raw bloodshed" is just another one of those things that happens. In the city. Bold architectural lines...chiarascuro lighting...phallocentric iconoraphy...modernist neo-noir...z...zzzz..zzzzzzzzz.

My dynamic film studies lecturer, V, has brainwashed me, and all of a sudden, long words I never dreamed could exist spout from my fingertips, and my mind whirrs. Like a CD player gone slightly wrong. It's not just the long words she has brainwashed me with, either. I have started waving my arms around excessively when talking. It's getting out of hand; windmilling is predicted.

Listening to Spanish music does not help, either. After re-reading my essay, I found at least eight spanish sounding words with too many 'r's in them.

It really really is too late in the evening to make up rhymming couplets. Please please please don't?