Last night amped til 2 a.m. after strong coffee at 3 p.m. (this green-tea weakling's version of meth) and a nailbiter Sox victory, watched Batman Begins, and while I'm not usually a fan of comic book movies, this one had ninjas and that "searching for your singular purpose" narrative that I'm frequently a sucker for. Maybe I was also well-primed after hearing "Sonnet for Morpheus" by John Beer at the Red Rover reading earlier that eve.