I can't believe it's March again, and I am sick once more with the cold that never dies. What the fuck did I do to deserve this? In the grand scheme of things, it's not the end of the world, but I'd like to feel normal for weeks at a stretch, instead of "eh, I don't feel completely craptastic today."
In other news, I'm loving Mass Effect 2. What was I doing last year at this time? Loving Mass Effect (1). I think I'm also due to start reading something by Richard Russo right about now.