Last night I was cleaning up my bedroom, trying like hell to find my goddamn fuschia bunny fur earmuffs for the movie this weekend.

'Twas not to be.

But I did find alot of dust, which meant that I had a giant allergy attack, and I also found a giant cold, which I found this morning. I don't know if there is a worse weekend on the planet earth to be sick during. Gawd.

Fortunately, the film takes place during the winter, so a cold will be appropriate, if miserable.

Saw the greatest movie, though, during the Great fuschia Bunny Fur Earmuff Search.

I'd heard of it for many years, but had never seen it, Cemetery Man, an Italian horror film about zombies starring Rupert Everett that was made before his big comeback, i.e. when he was discovered by America.

It's about this Cemetery caretaker who, with his all but mute assistant, who digs graves, takes care of the landscaping, o yeah, and kills the zombies when they rise from the grave seven days after they die. And it's great! Brilliant, sexy, gory, hilarious.

It's right up there with Re-Animator, Dead Alive and Frankenhooker as a great comic horror film about people who refuse to stay dead!

My favorite lines are the title of today's entry, and the wonderful exchange:

"He threw up on me!"
"Is that a new fad?"

Sick. Blech.

Today's horoscope:
Go that extra mile for your beloved and it will pay dividends. Build bridges and mend fences. Make any needed apologies.

One year ago today:
Crazy Cat Lady at the end of the block, that's me!

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