I hate it when I have a soar throat. The one I have now is a result of a fan blowing on my face the other night while the window air conditioning unit was cranked on high. But because our friend Xavier was sleeping in his private quarters I created from a drop cloth, I couldn't get to the unit to turn it down. Now I'm sick. And having a soar, dry throat is just about the worst condition on the planet. I'm just sayin'.