homeland security must be slipping

it appears that old letter with anthrax spores was still kicking around, and inexplicably found its way to my mailbox. i feel like shite. or, perhaps it was the pristine waters of the overflowing tosa' river i was riding thru this weekend, working their toxic path thru my skin. either way, i am hurtin today. it is a 3 down-comforter kinda day, as soon as i can outta work. fortunately for me, back in the early O-noughts i was actually a bit of an expert on bio-terrorism public health readiness ( before you laugh, or run for a bomb shelter let me point out that at no time was anybody in WI attacked with bio-active substances under MY watch, so yer all welcome you bunch of ingrates ), and so i have a few cipro layin around still. i am gonna hit those up.

sux for me, as march-hero-ridin weather has come a month early. my ancient cycling lore forbids ridin in violation of the "neck-rule", however - feeling bad above the neck = ride, wheras feeling bad below the neck = stay home. on the brite side, samantha bee has a segment on the daily show, and dimitri martin's new show is tonite, and i still need to check out a certain embarrassing show from last weekend involving space-ships to discuss with a fellow nerd so ridin the couch won't be all that bad.