I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ~Jack Kerouac

I woke up the other morning, and my tounge hurt. So I looked in the mirror, and my tounge was all bloody and stuff. I must have bit my tounge REAL hard because there are two holes in it and its all sore and swollen and all that jazz. It really hurts. I am a threat to myself when I am unconcious. I am going to have to sleep in a helmet and oven mitts.