During this dreadful period in the academic year between taking our midterms and receiving our inevitable B-plusses, we at Dartboard will be glad to take in the much-needed Woody Allen double feature at the Science Center this coming Saturday night. For througout this past week of cramming, caffeine and furious paper-writing, Dartboard hasn't gotten its share of pure, cold neurosis.
Sure, we've been worrying about our academic performance, frowning TFs and that tool who did all the Ec 10 reading, but what we need is the heavy duty neuroses that only Woody can deliver. We want to worry about death, sex and even worrying for its own sake. We want to fear fear itself.
Perhaps Dartboard just misses New York these days. We can't wait until Thanksgiving to take a breather and plunge into the cradle of neurotic civilization. But at least this weekend we can pretend, as we vicariously screw up personal relationships, kvetch to shrinks, boil lobsters and just generally make the world a crazier place.
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