Good Idea/Bad Idea
Memo to myself: it's probably not a good idea to watch a Michael Crichton movie about hemmorhagic fever while eating raspberry sorbet with your fiance who is currently suffering from a fairly unpleasant case of bronchitis.
Only the movie's sheer medical ineptitude and vast distance from anything even vaguely resembling reality has saved me from a case of the screaming hypochondriac heebie-jeebies, and even so I'll probably have nightmares about evil monkey-spit disease for the next week.
Oh, and in the land of even more unpleasant coincidences, I've just managed to turn on my stereo to listen to a musical about the cholera. Please, god, don't let me get sick tonight....
Only the movie's sheer medical ineptitude and vast distance from anything even vaguely resembling reality has saved me from a case of the screaming hypochondriac heebie-jeebies, and even so I'll probably have nightmares about evil monkey-spit disease for the next week.
Oh, and in the land of even more unpleasant coincidences, I've just managed to turn on my stereo to listen to a musical about the cholera. Please, god, don't let me get sick tonight....