Spent last night drinking vodka and watching movies. Normally after a couple flicks and a few drinks I just start to nod off. Not the case. Maybe it's this damn cold but probably more so that I am restless. While the world sleeps I sit with a tingling face and insert commentary over the subtitles of Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla (1974). I still don't understand why the "spacemen" are not really men at all, their ape identities revealed after being wounded or killed, or the strategy of attacking Japan in the first place as opposed to some other country. Maybe a country lacking a lizard bad ass that rises from the sea and a known prophecy of a giant gremlin that has already thwarted foreign invasion. But apparently a production of that magnitude is in itself a masterplan (we'll work out the details later). Just have another vodka, it will make more sense. I imagine I would look and act that confident if I had a band of goons in tin foil suits and a cyborg, flying, fighting lizard.
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