It's Friday night. I just got done eating creamed chipped beef on toast and now I'm snuggled up with the puppies watching Repo Man. I had forgotten how absolutely fucking great this movie is and how much I love it. This is turning out to be a nice night, even though I'm still fairly sick.
These things happen sometimes. People just explode. Natural causes.
Did I mention the soundtrack for this used to be one of my favorites? I also used to have a major case of the hots for Emilio Estevez.