Awake at 2:30a.m., one of my useless thoughts was, "This will be the mother of all sore throats!"
At this point my head is flooded with far too much fluid, making my voice sound like it has been put through one of those machines that garble it and make it unrecognizable. You can understand me with some effort.
The only good that might come from it is that I could make some prank calls today and no one would suspect me. Hmm. Pondering. . .