The thirteenth ain't got nothing on me

Today I woke up with an itchy chin. I thought maybe this was some sort of good luck omen, like money for an itchy palm. Well I Gooogled "itchy chin" and dozens of asthma sites came up. Apparently it's a symptom of an oncoming attack - along with pale skin, insomnia and irritability. If this is the case I've spent the better part of my life preparing for an asthma attack.

Here I thought maybe good fortune was coming my way and instead tonight I feel like a sack of flour is resting on my chest. That's not as sexy as it sounds, believe me you.

You know, when I was in my early twenties I thought I was pretty hot shit. I would like a little bit of that loving feeling back tonight.