just finished the movie macario and feel like talking so badly

I guess I shouldn't have watched it at midnight alone because the heavy, brooding silence descended on me the whole time. And I was kept on tenterhooks all the time. When I finished the movie, I found myself breaking into a cold sweat. Well I might be too young and shallow to think deeply about the philosophy of life and death but still I'm dying to talk with someone about that at this moment...

Well, I learned a new word. Tenterhooks. Good!