Tonight, Sarah and I watched The Devil Wears Prada. Sarah enjoyed it, but I had to eat my way through it. And when I say, I had to eat my way through it, I'm not using some sort of euphemism: in order to make it through the movie, I had to continuously eat so that I wouldn't get bored. I ate a bagel, two scoops of ice cream, some watermelon, a few nerds (hard candy, not dorks), a handful of chocolate covered raisins, the dinner leftovers, and a couch cushion. Fantastic.