If I had to sum up my life right now in one example it might be this morning. I hop in my car and head off to work ready to tackle the daily rigors of paper pushing and bureaucracy for yet another day. I turn up the road to the main street. The day has started all right. Besides the wife being a bitch about the Poker loss there were no major problems. So I hit the end of the street and start driving on the main road. All of a sudden I am choking. I cannot breath. I wretch several times almost puking in the car. I am still driving but not breathing too well. I grab my can of Coke and take my last swallow of the precious nectar. I swish it around in my mouth and the phlegm caught in the back of my throat dissipates and I can breath again. Does anyone else almost die in the morning because there snot decides to climb down the back of there throats? The only question I have left in this life is was I Genghis Khan or Hitler in my past life. Sometimes it doesn’t pay to be Sir.