The numbers agree: I feel like shit.
Piece of advice for all you 9-to-5ers: if you work in close proximity to someone who moonlights as a professional
movie critic and one day you get the flu, be a pal and take a personal day. Because it’s impossible to do anything movie-related when I’m stuck on the couch with a fever, Rich. I should’ve been celebrating Furious 7‘s $1.1 billion worldwide gross in Atlantic City last night.
But hey, at least you got that interoffice memo done on Thursday instead of Friday, right? Jackass.