September 10, 2005
I've been waylaid by a vicious cold for the past week. In the middle of the night, I was rather violently awakened from my slumber when my throat began spasming in an attempt to expel the mucous I was choking on (which, in my dream-state I was sure was an arrow through the throat, an experience that I'm sure repeated childhood viewings of Friday the 13th must be responsible for).
I managed to get back to sleep. When I woke this morning, I discovered that the headache that has taken residence above my right eye was still there, despite throwing different variations of Advil and maximum strength Tylenol at it. As I stood in the shower, half-asleep and melodramatic, I started to wonder if it wasn't a headache at all, but something that was going to kill me: an embolism, an aneurysm, or a tumor, perhaps - my mind raced through a couple of things quickly before I had this thought:
Oh, please don't let the Ring 2 be the last film I see before dying.
Posted by starlen at September 10, 2005 01:44 PM
