Day 243 = Resistance Bands + Strep Throat

In 35 years, I've never had strep throat. It's very contagious and very painful and mostly annoying. Of course, while I'm sick, I wonder if I'm going to lose any weight? I hate being sick. I feel so helpless. And I hate not being able to work out when I want. I miss it already. But I am just too tired and too wussed out to push my luck with a run or a walk or a gym workout. So resistance bands it is. I want to make my biceps pop anyway.

Plus, I've taken this fine opportunity to catch up on my Netflix streaming queue. I watched Man On Wire.

Oh. My. God.

You need to watch this movie. It's about the time that Philippe Petit, a French highwire artist, snuck into the World Trade Center in 1974 (and even back then security was somewhat tight) and rigged a wire between the two towers then walked across the wire about 8 times. He even lay down on the wire and knelt on the wire. (Is lay the right grammar here? I can't remember.) I felt strangely uncomfortable watching so much intimate footage of the WTC being built and the topping off ceremony and then the plan that was concocted to rig the wire between the towers. Anyway, good movie. I admire Philippe's joie de vivre.

I also watched more comedy (like Sarah Silverman's Jesus Is Magic) because my young comic mentor advised me to think of the comics I like and what I like about them. So what I've really learned today is that I really need to open up and be much more brutally honest than I already am. I really need to just really let go on stage. That is a freeing sensation I look forward to. Like peeing with the door open when there's a guy in the house.

Then 4 pm rolled around and I turned on Oprah. What did I ever see in her? Her show has gone downhill. I just don't relate to her topics anymore. Why you gotta let me down like that, Oprah?