One of the Shortest Colds Ever

Maybe it was the Airborne. Maybe it was two days in bed. Oh Lordy, maybe it was the cigarette? Who knows what made this cold the shortest ever? Now I can resume my exercise efforts.

The Friday night improv show went well, in spite of the cold and the venue switcheroo. There's something cool about treading the same stage that once supported burlesque. Glad you all could be there. After the show, I went straight to bed.

During my bed rest, I caught up on DVD watching. I finally saw Mean Girls, The Weather Underground, and the lukewarm Cooler. Dare I read up on COINTELPRO or am I angry enough already?