scary monster sounds and a bag full of weed

Kinda weird that overnight you can go to sleep happy and content and then wake up at 4am not being able to breathe. Hotness.

This morning I talked to Claudia and I didn't recognize myself. I sounded like a monster. Like a retard monster, with a bunch of grapes in it's throat. Green ones. Progressively I start to sound worse. Now I'm home, trying to keep solids down (YES, I'm also puking!) waiting for Big Love and Weeds to come on.

Meh.

My tonsils are touching the hangy thing in the back of my throat. :( Not only touching it, but pushing it forward... UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Not happy.