I got a really bad sore throat when I was in my freshman year in high school. It took me out of commission for a week, but it ended on a strange note. See, there was a "thing" in the back of my throat. I have no idea what it was, but it felt like a flap. Anyway, this thing felt dry, as in dry as a desert, int he back of my throat. Kind of like having a boll of cotton back there. Well, after a week of putting up with it, in a daze, I reached back into my mouth, gripped it, and ripped it out.
What came out was a peice of flesh the size of a dime. Don't know what it was, but since then I have not had a sore throat.
Nascar is boring. I prefer Formula 1 myself.
It is threatening to rain here. I love the rain, because it helps me sleep AND I dont have to worry about watering the plants outside.