I watched "Poseidon" this weekend and realized one thing:
I really, really need to learn how to swim with my eyes open.
I would have been deadweight to the survivor team with my inability to open my eyes underwater. Poor Josh Lucas would always be having to comeback and find me holding my breath, eyes clamped shut, banging my head into a closed steel wall thinking it was my way out. And I'm going to go out on a limb and say that would effectively ruin our chances of being together.
If Josh and I are going to have any serious chance at love, I've got to get my eyes opening underwater.
That is all. Carry on.