I thought I would be able to enjoy it for its camp value, like watching old movies from the fifties about the red scare, and teaching you the proper position to duck under a desk in during a bomb raid, or something. But the bird flu movie last night on ABC was too scary. I watched the first hour of it, totally terrified that stuff like this could very well happen.
Luckily, Paul came over to play Scrabble so that I had an excuse to stop watching people cough blood and anarchy take hold. I shared my fears with Paul, who in what I find totally shocking, has no fear of bird flu, thinks it's pretty unrealistic. And watch him be totally fine if there ever is a pandemic, while me, good bird flu fearing person, will be one of the first ones to die.
Between us, we drank a bottle of Merlot.