Okay, so I've gone back-to-back-to-back so far today and had scotch for lunch and honestly I'm tripping a bit. I'm at 1:10:00 on viewing #37 and Mia just said "I don't like the moon tonight" and I completely agree with her. It's all pale and circular and intrusive. It reminds me of an episode of Clone High where JFK smokes a joint mad from raisins and thinks the moon is following him. I think I should make a sandwich and take a nap. Cole and I are playing drinking games tonight after Fedor kills Bret Rogers and I need to be awake for it. We're playing a top secret game called Dicecards! that I helped invent and it's merciless against the already-drunk.
I also just read this: http://drunkard.com/issues/08-04/08-04-van-gogh.htm and it put me in the mood to try and pick a day to watch T7S 10 times. Maybe when I get to 90 I'll take a sick day and try it? What would happen to a person who spent 16 straight hours watching the same thing? Would my eyes burn out? Would I start talking in Swedish?
I also shaved my head into a mohawk last night. I'd like to say I blame the egg rolls and not the ecstasy*, but I didn't take any ecstasy so it was probably the aforementioned scotch.
*That's a quote, I don't actually take drugs. Unless "drugs" are black and white movies from 1956 Sweden.
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