Six Friday the 13th movies were more than adequate. Seven is just gratuitous.
[Private]
Distance doesn't make any difference. I can still get an earful from one, and an eyeful from the other. Catcalls from the peanut gallery aren't helping the situation. I should tear some of them down, reuse the batting.
To do:
1. Get in touch with the taxidermist downtown.
2. Have the Singer serviced.
3. Pick up a bus pass. Fuck driving.
Maybe if I can Hell with it.
4. Go see the new Friday the 13th.
[Note to Temari]
You sure you don't mind sharing the room? You know what kind of mess I can make once I start working...