There is this great scene in 21 Jumpstreet. It's the moment you realize Johnny Depp will be not only a lifelong crush, but a star. He's dealing with the death of his wife in a corner store robbery, and the small window of time he had in which he could have reacted and saved her. He's standing in front of a mirror with a stopwatch and seeing that he could take off his pants in that amount of time. He's beating himself up.
It's Friday and there is a lot to do beside looking back at years of scorched earth. I wish I got more time outside the past few days. I do love September.