Bill Murray needs to do another film where he has issues with a rodent.
How very ironic. I was sitting here contemplating writing a morbid piece about how all that I percieve now could be a figment of my imagination prior to the rattle of death escaping my lips, a sort of "life flashing before your eyes" moment, only flashing forward instead of in reverse. As I was contemplating this post, Winamp's random feature got stuck on the finale to Beethoven's 4th. Now there's nothing terribly ironic about the particular track as the finale isn't terribly morbid or disturbing. I simply found it strange that it'd get stuck on the finale when I was muddling over the idea that, on the brink of death, I'd be living out the most mundane parts of life in my own dying brain. Now I feel like watching Groundhog Day.