Won't you have a cup of tea?

Sometimes, my body will be completely exhausted, but my mind isn't quite ready to go to bed. Right now is one of those times.

I turn off the lights, lay down, close my eyes. As is usual on these nights, I start getting this image in my head.

My tongue, swelling. Larger and larger and larger. Not to the point of suffocation, but to a grotesque proportion. And I can feel it, in my mouth. I'll touch my tongue, and it feels normal, but in my mind's eye, it's still a swollen, festering mass.

Damn, I hate having an overactive imagination.


I created this blog pretty much on the fly, while laying in bed, trying to get my imagined swelling to go down. I've always been told that my writing is very enjoyable to read, and I figured this would be a better place to test this theory than on DeadJournal or MySpace, where I usually reside.

Hello, Blogosphere, my name's Bill. Wanna be friends?