Friday the 13th. Whoopity-doo.
I really don’t give much of a rat’s ass about it anymore (I thought it was cool when I was little), with the exception of hoping that someone is running a marathon of the movies, and I get to catch my favorite: Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood. Man, that telepathic/telekinetic chick really hands Jason his ass in the end.
And if my TV timing is really on, I might catch the best scene in Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan. The scene where Jason punches the guy’s head off after he tries to outbox Jason. Dumbass.
But that's about it really. I think it's pretty much just extra paranoia in peoples' heads, much like Y2K or Jesus' return.
But what do I know?
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Obviously, you haven't read this:
http://theloneeditor.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-13th.html
I'm still waiting for Norman Bates to come knocking on my door.
"She just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?"
That was one strange phone conversation.
By the way, how are the feet?
Actually, I did after posting this. That was pretty weird.
And they're pretty "meh". Don't think it's gout. I do think it's pretty much tendonitis or metatarcil bursitis (sp).
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