Sick When I Shouldn't Be

So the resolution for this year was to quit smoking. Fine, great. I'm four days in, and what happens? I get sick. That's right - I quit smoking, and my body completely falls apart. Reminds me of that X-Files episode where Mulder and Scully come across Leonard Betts, the guy that feeds on other people's cancers to keep himself alive. Remember him? The same guy that played Dr. Romano on ER? Helicopter guy? Yeah, him.


Anyway, I probably just picked up a germ or three at the gym the other day, (yes, I've been doing that, too) but I prefer to imagine that without the constant, steady supply of Native American goodness that was my daily half-pack of American Spirit Lights, my body reeled in horror and made itself ill. More interesting that way, anyhow.

Welcome to Yummsh. This is where my head will be exploding all over the first three rows for a while, so pull up a chair and stick out your tongue.