that I had something intelligent or more coherent to say, but the only thing on my mind is a desire to whine about my allergies. No, really. I've impressed more than a few people by my list of pills and sprays I use to try to cope. Well, last night it was worse and I took another antihistamine.
I thought, for a moment, about the fate of Anna Nicole Smith and her ODing on meds that slow down your respiration, etc. But I decided that since I couldn't really breathe anyway, it was worth the risk.
Not much more to say. I wonder what it's going to be like doing aerobics tonight?