I've walked Watson, as it his entreated custom to wake me just as the birds begin singing outside the curtained window, or the blues turn yellow. A faint whine is heard by the side of my bed that advances toward the door with time, he stares at me and waits.

I saw Spider-man 3 for the second time last evening. But, greater than the film and how greatly Peter Parker, the irascible swain in a parade of depravity, ticks me off, we entered the theatre to find Harry.... I quickly found my seat and sat mouth agape, covered in goosebumps. Oh! It was so arresting. I looked to my left once it finished to see a tear illuminated on Lake's cheek drop parallel with the tear on mine. We've never before been so excited to see a film.