I think it's time to quit. Not out of any morbid obligation to new years resolutions. I never make them, therefore I never keep them.

I cough with a sound like that of a lion

I wheez worse than an asthmatic playing football

I smell like your grandmothers over flowing ash tray

I'm not saying now, but probably before the celebration of the day that I was squeezed from betwixt my mothers loins!