Maybe somebody that you're thinking of, punk, ain't thinking about you at all

Phooey. Three-quarters of the way through a post about two movies featuring Elisha Cook, Jr., my left arm started up with such painful pins and needles that I think I have to stop typing. It is a weird and unpleasant sensation. I hope I can finish this post tomorrow. I really hope I have not managed to pinch a nerve in my neck after all.