Alright, I'm back. After a short, 7 month recess. I have purposefully waited this long between entries so you would all have time to reflect upon what I have already written and find ways to apply it to your own lives. Now, onto more important matters. The following is the tale of how I had an tonsillectomy.

Tonsillectomies are not fun. They should only be attempted by professionals. If you had asked me 4 months ago how my relationship with my tonsils was, I would have answered that things couldn't be better. They were happy just sitting in the back of my throat, doing whatever it is they do on a day-to-day basis, and in return I was happy to supply them with oxygenated blood. Then, without warning, everything changed. Maybe they started listening to rap music, or fell in with the wrong croud, but my tonsils turned into little pockets of pure evil.

Alright. I will finish this in a second....