Last night I watched The Exorcism of Emily Rose.
I've seen the movie before and didn't really like it. I was disappointed. But it was on last night so I thought I'd give it another chance. I still wasn't scared or anything. And that's pretty much what you want out of a movie with that title. I wasn't scared even when the characters were awakened alone at three in the morning by a burning smell. Here they were, always at three, creeping through the darkness and scared out of their minds; I was yawning. I was pretty tired from my night out at Reba's so I went to bed really early. I fell asleep pretty quickly and slept so hard, I can't even tell you what I was dreaming about. Usually if I'm that out of it, I'll sleep for thirty hours without stirring. But I woke up and had to use the restroom. I stretched and figured I could hold it if it was almost time to get up. I looked at the clock. It was three o'clock on the dot.
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