Happens every year.

Thanks to my little walk in the bizarre snow the other day, this year's round of the Heinous Upper-Respiratory Thing is beginning to set in.

I slept a total of probably two hours last night.

Tomorrow I am scheduled to try once again to quit smoking. It was a New Year's Resolution, but the sixth is a better day to quit, according to the moon signs.

No, I don't believe in the moon signs.

But nothing else has worked so far.

I switched over to Lights on the first to begin the weaning process.

Maybe the Heinous Upper-Respiratory Thing will kill me.