Geez, Girl, Interrupted was a depressing movie. A lot like One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest. I dunno, just thinking about the nature of sanity is depressing.
I’m probably being paranoid but I think I’m losing my memory. Just, you know when you have the meaning of a word in your head but can’t quite recall the exact word you’re looking for? That tip of the tongue syndrome? It just seems like that’s been occurring with increasing frequency. It just scares me.