WHO'S THAT KNOCKING ON MY DOOR? GIMME TYLENOL!

Stayed up until 2:30AM watching "Raging Bull" and then Scorsese's first movie, "Who's That Knocking on My Door", featuring a very young Harvey Keitel. I wonder what happened to the actors who played his pals, Joey and Sally "Gaga" ( this was before Lady Gaga, and now wondering if that's where she got her name ).

Anyway, used bed pillow to relax and watch and sure as shit, my fucking neck, shoulder blades and back are killing me. One massive spasm. I can't even relax. Rodney Dangerfield, right? "I tell ya I can't relax!" Fucking Tylenol. I hate taking anything else that might kill me. I read Tylenol works on an empty stomach, but I've had yet to experience that phenomenon.

Who cares what I eat, how I sleep, what pain I am in, what movie I watched? Strange movie, though. All black and white and grimy and overexposed. Some indie director/producer/writer should shoot a movie like that in this day and age. Maybe a follow up to "Who's That Knocking"?