I didn't work today because of a really bad cold, the kind that's gross -- and that's all you need to know -- no further details provided. Suffice it to say my cough rivaled that of Walter White on Breaking Bad. I hate colds. It's frustrating when you feel one coming on and you can't stop it. So I took it easy and drank lotsa orange juice, Gatorade, and green tea. I watched old episodes of Breaking Bad that I recorded during the marathon and I watched a French movie named Mademoiselle Chambon. It's a brilliant film. The French always do such a great job making infidelity seem not so bad. I've never cheated on anyone, but if I ever did I think I would have to show my girl a French movie and say, "See, we're supposed to cheat." Okay, that probably wouldn't work. I'll just stick to never cheating. In any event, it's an excellent movie. Some of you know from other posts that I've been busy learning French as my 3rd language (German is my second). I was understanding quite a bit of the dialogue. I'm getting better. I'm convinced that annoying loss to the Chargers gave me this cold. Yeah, that's it. Losing makes me sick. Anyway, it was a good excuse to stay home and watch an American show about making big bucks by cooking meth and a French movie about a husband sneaking off and doing the pretty school teacher/violinist. Ha ha! As evidenced by the entertainment we like, who is more warped, we Americans or the French? I honestly can't say.