But don't worry, I'm sure I'll get my comeuppance somehow. I probably have 14-17 types of cancer, Ebola, consumption, Scarlet Fever, Pac-Man Fever, Restless Leg Syndrome, and, somehow, the Black Plague all simmering deep in my bones and organs, lying in wait until I shoot my mouth off one time too many, and then they'll all spring themselves on me at once and everyone can laugh at me as I bubble and dissolve away like I'm trapped in the ending of Evil Dead. Yay, something for us all to look forward to! I hope I leave a big stain.
The point of all this is, I wrote about horror movie hospitals this week at AMC and you should read it.