Watching Diabolique (the original, not the Sharon Stone remake) and Badasssss! in my cinema history classes was cool.
The wasp sting that's causing my right ring finger and the back of my right hand to swell, however, is less than nice.
And the frosting on the cake of my week: my keys are missing.
I'm fairly sure they're either on the bus or the train. I've called the MARTA police about them, and they're currently searching for them. But I'm less than optimistic at the moment.
This is what happens when I go outside in 99 degree heat coupled with low air quality.
Going to drown my sorrows in gaming, Law & Order and pr0n. Then I'll consider options.