I'm on the 'Medium' level of Guitar Hero III. I'm not kicking quite as much ass as I did on the 'Easy' level but I'm not too proud to do a song three or four times or go into the practice session for a while and slow it down. I even beat Tom Morello on the first try!
I'm halfway through 'Evenflow' and my cell phone begins to play the 'Imperial Death March' from Star Wars. Shit. My mother-in-law. There goes my score.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Well, I just wanted to tell you that Mariann went to the Doctor yesterday about the lump in her breast."
"Yeah? What'd they say? Is it operable?"
"It's definitely a tumor. It's about an inch to an inch-and-a-half wide and it's deep. She's having surgery next Thursday. They're doing a mastectomy and then she starts chemo."
Damn. Just damn.