Just a little story about the joyof NOT having anthrax once you discover you've been exposed. Not as happy as you might think, actually. Good in that the whole "intensive care followed by death" thing isn't happening. Bad in that being treated for anthrax exposure can make you almost wish for the experience. (And then there's the Nasal Swab. Argh.)
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12/19/2001: vive la france
12/19/2001: princess, redux
12/19/2001: yemen and rumsfeld
12/18/2001: you're NOT in the army now
12/18/2001: interesting donation
12/18/2001: shame on winn dixie, indeed
12/18/2001: saudi princess
12/17/2001: new resolve
12/17/2001: a victim of the attack ... yeah, right
12/17/2001: polluters ho!