Five days in recovery gave me plenty of things to think about. My room-mate helped me to find three things worse than the surgery or recovery.
He didn't make much noise or disturb things, so it wasn't him. Nope, it was a weekend's worth of Jim Carrey movies on some channel.
I got to see attempts at zany humor from a pathetically unfunny man, in three different starring trainwrecks: "The Mask" and two "Ace Ventura" flicks. Bleah.
Think I'd rather be zipped open again.
He sells sanctuary
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