Cosmic, I feel for you, but if all the people I know, you are the one to bear up under the weight of accursed handsomeness and to be oppressed by the humility of humidity.
Go forth, live large and conquer!
I quit smoking and drinking, and thus am left rudderless by an accounting of vices.
But then again, what about hunting church mice, in a church of course, with a hammer?
Destroying children with a flamethrower.
After helping little old ladies across the street, abducting them and making them star in snuff films.
So I guess I do have a few vices left.