If anyone wanted to know anything about me, they could watch Le Dernier Metro. Or, at least, my taste in movies. Or, at least, my taste in actresses. But in this moment, it seems essential.

'Course, in this moment, I'm far too buzzed for a Thursday night on an incredibly disgusting Manhattan. Emily Gilmore. You have let me down.

Now I have to go read some Augustine.

It's been a long day.