Something's blocking and you can't speak.

I think I swallowed a cockroach in my sleep. Perhaps not just once but a few times.

Revulsion. Repugnance. Abhorrence. Detestation. Hate. (Whatever you want to call it) Cockroaches are definitely not an item on my entré... non merci.

Sounds disgusting hur? At the rate that I'm killing cockroaches that invade my room for all sorts of purposes (including the one main reason of irritating and challenging me), I think I probably ate at least 3 of them in my sleep (those who mananged to get away from the range of my 0.5mm muzzle Baygon.

Not that they get away very often. Mostly, they are drowned in Baygon and thereafter the royal blue waters of my toilet bowl. What a glorious death to be washed down into the mysterious darkness.

Well, point is, I am feeing this sore at a particular nook along my throat and it feels like something is lodged there. Maybe the feelers could be used as floss.

Bleah. Don't ask me why I'm writing 'dedicating' time to write an entry on cockroaches when I hate them so much that it urks me to spell out the term this world has given it.