Summer colds

I woke up this morning feeling slightly under the weather--headache-y, stuffed-up, ooky--the whole ball of horrors. To give you a better idea, I felt like a rodent carcass the cat scarfed down after finding it in under the front porch, then puked it up on your clean laundry.

It didn't make me feel any better when I told a friend about my current physical condition, without missing a beat he said something along the lines of "Ewww, don't come near me. I don't need that shit." Quelle charmante--his remark was about as compassionate as a genital herpes outbreak before a first date--not that I know anything about such a dilemma.

My summer cold and his insensitive remarks didn't stop me from going to yoga this morning. I've often heard that Bikram is good for what ails you.

Day 2.
Early morning yoga is great because there ain't a lot of human activity on the streets. Except homeless folks and power-walkers. I didn't get any unsolicited fat ass remarks either which is good because I'm all out of snappy comebacks.

I swear I saw Tracy Morgan this morning, however. Not in class, but on the street.

As for the actual class, I didn't have it in me this morning. Very tired but I gave it my all and it is true: Bikram is good for what ails you. After class, I felt immediately better and not as foggy. Now, I wouldn't go to yoga if I had the swine flu or bronchitis, but for a wee cold? Sure, why not?