A moment of silence for Billy.

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One never expects a disabling sickness to hit them. And, what I have is arguably not a disabling sickness. However, it doesn't detract from me being trapped inside the house, unable to do simple things without feeling a squeezing painful on something best left unmentioned. Its times like these I get overwhelmed with all of the little tidbits of useless sayings that I've accumulated. "What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger." Though in my case, the 'stronger' we speak of isn't really worth all that much. Chutzpa is a reference to the mental state of being a daredevil and willing to take risk. It is not a reference to the physical strength of ones... err... While on that note, the following things also do not apply to me:

Balsy

Balls of Steel

Sometimes I feel like a nut

Same reason as Chutzpa. I'm complaining, I should stop.

Working backwards, I could probably cite several karmic imballances that warranted my problem.

Most recently was watching The Exorcist on DVD, and making use of those increadible fast forward and fast rewind features. It irritates other people in the room when you INSTANT REPLAY the little girl stabbing herself with a cross. Even more so when said people really enjoy that movie and you take every effort to ruin it for them.

Before that was Taxi Driver, DVD. Great movie, honestly, we all enjoyed it. Then I went to DeNiro's "You talking to me?" scene and played it in chinese subtitles. Doing that warrants being kicked off of any bhuddist karma scale and dropped straight down to "untouchable" status.

I got one for you. The Kentucky Fried Movie, VHS. Just mentioning the scene Catholic Highschool Girls In Trouble, and you can understand my deserving several years in pergatory. With that, BRUTAL.

Nope, even with all of that, my left problem isn't fully warranted. There must have been something, aside from constant insulting of Mario, that would bring the full furry of God and several abstract concepts down on my special-no-no-place. Labrynth. Yes little Virginia, this one was set in motion a month ago. I broke the chains of ether that bound this universe together when I watched a David Bowie movie and liked it. All of the other stuff just refined my potential torment and suffering into a special category.

With that said, I offer the following advice.
REPENT!!! The category of Sins called the 70s and 80s are starting to build up. Now before its too late wash your eyes out and subjigate yourself to Ben Affleck and ... actually, no. I've just come to realize that my suffering is mild compared to watching a movie made with today's non-stop standards.

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