After Reagan’s funeral, I’m going to treat myself to a movie. My wife and I have agreed that I have had a really sucky week and I need to get my mind off things. On top of Reagan’s death and a similar, career-altering comic story, we also had a solid day of rain on Wednesday that has water-damaged some of my comic book collection boxes (thank goodness for plastic bagging). Dang, Wednesday sucked.
Boy, I sure hope the critics are wrong about The Stepford Wives.
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