applesauce, mashed potatoes, jello, oatmeal, etc.

With my recent removal of the ol' tonsils, i've reached a new level of dreaming. I don't know if there is necessarily a scientific explanation behind my subconscious, but i truly blame it upon the amount of oxygen that i've been able to breathe as a direct result of the surgery. I can smell and breathe significantly better, which gives me immeasurable joy when I think about the next girlfriend that I have not having to put up with my incessant snoring throughout the night. Because of this oxygen flow to my brain being more clean and direct, I truly believe that i've been sleeping better. If i haven't been dreaming better, it's a definite curiosity that i've been dreaming more. In my dream I see images of myself jamming on a banjo with some dude on the drums in a movie theater in california. I see noelle, chris ulsh, claire, and alexander biggins all huddled around playing soccer (or futball because it's european location) and passing the ball back and forth.

It's still pretty hard to talk though. With my throat swelled, talking is equivalent to walking through mud. Sex dreams happen but are often intertwined within the intermissions in my concerts in movie theaters or halftime during our futball games.

God, I can't wait until i'm fully recovered. Even though my entire entertainment is comprised of checking off movies on my to-see list, and reading books that i've had for years but never read, the thought of being utterly stupid and drunk on new years eve with friends downing jack daniels seems like a description written on heaven's "you want it, but you're not even close" travel guide. I ignore phone calls simply because it's a chore to speak to any living being. I've learned that a large amount of our relationship with dogs is audio based. No matter how much i motion for them to come to me or play with me, without the cute "Hey bailey, come heeeerreeee!", it's pointless. Rebecca and Jimmy will often times call the dogs to me, just to try and make me feel more like a functioning human being.

Regardless, I am content with my decision to remove the tonsils, and I have read and watched a large amount of really top notch shit. I just wish that everyone in the world was going through what I was, so that applesauce wasn't always compared to filet mignon.