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I saw this movie today as a personal treat for my birthday. It could have been better. Basically, Sandra Bullock's character wakes up one day to find out her husband dies. Each time she goes to sleep, she wakes up on another day, and another mystery. She goes back and forward in the week, trying to find out why her husband died. It was okay, but left me wanting. Not recommended unless you're making out the whole movie.

Here I am again at Three in the morning, not feeling the slightest bit tired. What's wrong with me? How come I can't get a full night's rest, like I used to, if I even sleep at all tonight. There has to be something wrong with me. Insomnia? Although I can plead to that, I feel in my heart that something else is plaguing me, but what exactly is it? It couldn't be my parent's divorce. They've been apart now for three years now, and I accept that. Could it be that I left school, and abandoned my friends to that Hellish pit? Maybe. It could be that I'm overweight again. Or it could be that since Tony, I haven't had someone that I even felt that I