Well another new year has arrived and I've got a cold. Again.
This marks 4 straight years that I've been sick on New Year's Eve. While the world was out celebrating and making champagne toasts, I was stuck on the couch blowing snot, hacking up a lung, watching the Twilight Zone marathon. I did manage a Nyquil toast, though, to next year's cold.
So Happy New Year. And pass the tissues. I'm going to sleep.