stranger than fiction

I'm sitting in here my kitchen. indulging in tosititos and salsa, which is a wonderful snack when you're sodium deficient. It's kind of like convincing yourself that if you consume 5 mountain dew slushies from race trac that you're acheiving your daily water intake of 8 glasses...which you are...but this is different- contains similar logic but actually borderline healthy.
I'm stumped. I'm frustrated. and I'm flat out bugged. I just finished watching Stranger than Fiction. I adored it. but I can't even begin to vocalize that I thought of it. There is some "it" there. It's there. and I'm missing it. It's like when you read literature and it literally grabs a hold of you...and holds you captive but you know that there is some theme, allegory, allusion, usage of hyperbole, irony, etc. etc. that you're missing. Something is there. It's there and you can feel it and it clouds up your head. and bothers you until you can sort it out into words.

perhaps it was supposed to be didactic...but I can only conclude that a man willingly sacrificed his own life for the sake of art. I have no idea what I thought of the film. Not a clue. and those movies are always my favorites.

whoever would have thought that a will ferrell would prove to be so intriguing? Well I'm out of salsa so I will be going to be bed now.