... which made me think of that part in the Da Vinci Code where the grandfather is involved in sacred sex rituals. Was that a matter of continuing Jesus' blood line? Is that what it was about? If so, did it have to happen in a basement filled with cloaked onlookers? Couldn't they get a room? I'm exhausted from labeling tapes. It must be some psychological component, because it could hardly be the actual labeling. Maybe I have TSS. Maybe I have a disease where you get very very grumpy. Maybe Born into Brothels will cheer me up. Maybe I will never get out of this numb, despairing sarcasm. Ahhhhhh!!!!! Huit Clos!!!!!!!!!