I have been a bit under the weather the past couple of days. Therefore I've been rather unpleasant to my family. The best way to describe my ire of late is with this 20 second clip from one of my all-time favorite movies:
No, I've not killed anyone, nor do I hate anyone in my family...let me just clear that up. But I have walked around with flames...flames on the side of my face. Pouring from my eyes...steaming out of my ears...flickering through my hair. I've pretty much been a walking zombie of fiery putrescence. Ewww.
It has not been pretty.
In other news, I highly recommend you all watch Clue. Tim Curry's presence alone warrants an hour and a half of your life. It's so campy and classic, and for twenty years I've longed to wear the teal masterpiece Miss Scarlett has been seemingly poured into. I'm thinking my 87th viewing is just what the doctor ordered. Good times, y'all.
Happy weekend...I'll be back to my usual self by Monday. And that may or may not frighten y'all, but I'll take my chances!
*Scargosun, you know how this clip makes me happy. I know you know!