Okay, it's official. Any day that I actually go home from work, that's serious. I don't take many sick days, so when I do I know (even if no one else does) that rest is in order. Flickhead speculates that it might be overexposure to the gnarly 3D gore on tap in Piranha 3D. I'm not convinced of that explanation, and I openly hope it's not true because I'm gonna try to make it back for another helping this weekend. But I know that I will not be doing myself any favors by spending the day finishing the transcription job on a certain anticipated feature, which is how I originally intended to while away my afternoon. So if I may beg your indulgence, Siren fans and anyone else who had their appetites whetted by part one of our conversation last week, I promise that as soon as my coconut stops feeling like it's the featured instrument at a Kodo concert, I will knock that thing out. My hope has now been adjusted for Friday. Until then, where's that DVD of Cop Out I just rented from Red Box? What better sedation, I ask you?
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