Cough. Cough. It burns.... Yup, that was my day and is going to be my night. I don't expect to sleep a whole lot tonight, unless I can find some really good drugs to knock me out. This also means that I won't be doing any writing. It is all I can do to get through this journal entry. I am just not feeling it...at all. 65 words I've typed...only a few more to go. I'm sure I can ramble on to get to my self imposed 100 word limit. Pathetic, isn't it. It may not be the right way to go about it, but if I don't do it I will slip into the routine of not doing it. And I want to do it. Every day. Writing, that is...what were you thinking?