A long nite at EB culminating in feelings of worthlessness and disease. Afterwards I watched La Femme Nikita (the original french movie) and it was better than anything I've seen in a while. First of all, Paris all over the place which is a turn on. The begining and end of the movie are odd and out of place but the performance by Anne Parillaud as Nikita just kills all, or maybe it's just the character and story, not the performance. The movie's writer & director Luc Besson, Anne's husband at the time, uses most of the movie to make the viewer love love the ultra cute drug addict turned assasin. The movie's final scene depicts her lover Marco and her mentor Bob smoking and lamenting that they won't see her again; and when the credits started to roll, I felt like I was in the room with them, and would miss her just as much. Doubtless, I'll fall out of love in my sleep.