Clark’s running. Awesome.
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I finally had an appointment with the urologist this morning regarding my illness. I told him my whole story. One rubber-gloved finger later, he confirmed that I do in fact have prostatitis. I’m supposed to take Cipro for 30 days and avoid caffeine and alcohol for the next month.

I’m also supposed to ejaculate at least three or four times a week.

I’m not kidding, he really told me this. Apparently it helps.

Getting better is going to be so much fun.

If there’s an upside to being sick, it’s that I’ve spent the vast majority of my waking hours these last four days watching Turner Classic Movies. I’ve watched movies from the ’30s, ’40s, ’50s, and 60s. I’ve watched a Claudette Colbert marathon, several Cary Grant movies, and the three-and-a-half-hour Giant, starring Elizabeth Taylor, Rock Hudson and James Dean.

I love old movies — they’re such a great escape. And I think I’m in love with Turner Classic Movies.

I wonder if there’s a way to get a job that involves old movies…
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