I sorta saw Macabre, Witness to Murder, and Perfect Sisters. It was a bit like watching the traffic behind the ambulance, which was there one minute, gone the next. I finally had to ask. Turns out ambulances these days come equipped with patient stealth technology: one flip of a switch and the rear windows instantly fog over into opaque whiteness. Why we don’t have these things in our homes is a mystery to me. Especially at night.
Whole chunks of the movies disappeared like those 15-20 minutes during which I was having a metal tube inserted into my heart. Well, I told ’em up front I didn’t want to be around for that. And they were as good as their word: I wasn’t.
It’s kind of a shame. Two of the movies, I think, had a little something going for them.
I don’t know where I go from here, what with one thing and another (the other being that I start a new job on Monday).
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Wait, did you have a heart attack, or are you just being literary?
Hopefully, the new job works out well…
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Mild heart attack, major blockage in one artery. Fun, fun, fun.
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Well, that sucks. Hope your long term prognosis is going to be good…
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Oh, I think I’m technically new and improved — provided I live a healthier lifestyle. But I’m not sure that life was meant to be lived without salt.
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