This isn't a real post. I just hate to miss getting something up here on the first of the month. And as you can see by the calendar, March has arrived. I feel slightly less crappy than yesterday, am totally in a decongestant funk and believe that a bear slipped in here while I was sleeping and took a dump in my mouth. The only bright side to this nasty cold is Netflix. So I spent the last two hours in bed with Richard Gere. Don't worry, I'm breaking up with him just as soon as I'm better. John Cusack is really the only one for me.