Anyway, I'm a little freaked out by my brain right now. Apparently, my brain, or at least the part that I don't control, is completely unaware I can breathe through my mouth. 35 years out of the womb and my brain still doesn't know this.
Which it made abundantly clear by switching me to nose breathing as soon as I fell asleep, depriving me of oxygen until I woke up gasping for air.
I am not kidding you, this is what happened last night:
My brain: So, the nose is all clogged up. Can't breathe out of that. Hmmm . . . is there some other way of getting oxygen to the lungs? Something else I can breathe through? Nope, guess we'll just have to suffocate.
Me: The mouth! I went to sleep breathing through my mouth! Just go with that!
My brain: I have no knowledge of this "mouth" of which you speak.
Me: Look! I'm breathing through it right now!
My brain: I can't heeeeaaaar you.
Me: Fuck you.
My brain: Try going to sleep again. I dare you.
So, yeah, that was my weekend.