I watch the movie "Munich" on cable last night.
Now, I rarely go to the movies or, for that matter, stay awake for an entire DVD if we watch one at home.
But this movie about the 1972 murders of the 11 Israeli Olympic athletes had me riveted to the TV set.
By the end, I was about as strung out as the hired assassins who constantly lived in fear of being killed. So strung out, I was ready to sleep in the closet.
Going to sleep was a little tough, too.
When I finally did drift off, I dreamed I was the beautiful Dutch counter-assassin who was killed on her houseboat after she snuffed out one of the supposedly good guys.
It was a pretty gruesome scene.
I was glad, though, when I woke up that I'm a nobody.