This doesn’t happen to me when I take a nap.
I just finished watching The Tingler after watching The Fatal Hour, which was not the thrill I was hoping for, and a couple of episodes of 20/20 on OWN.
I guess this is going to be a Non-Sequitur Thursday post, although the title does have something to do with at least the first paragraph (if you don’t get it, watch The Tingler). That is, I am making a post pretty much just to make a post, so I will blather on for 200 words or so and hit Publish. At least I will try to be amusing.
I went out adventuring earlier, and had a couple of good ones, at least one of which I hope to write into an article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine (preview of coming attractions). Then I had a headache and took a nap. I hoped to get together with my friend Kim, which no doubt would have made a decent post, but alas, that did not work out.
When it became clear I was home for the night, I poured myself a (second) glass of Pinot Noir and put in a cheesy movie, The Fatal Hour with Boris Karloff. I don’t have a picture of it, but you are not missing much. It is not a horror movie, it is a detective story. I only stuck with it because it featured an intrepid girl reporter. I just love an intrepid girl reporter.
Another shot from The Tingler, just to have another illustration.
