A pretty shitty night; ran my ass off until about 00:30, then things settled down to a dull roar. I smoked my last cigarette about 03:30.

I got the shit scared out of me yesterday. I went to sleep around 09:00, and I woke up at 10:00, totally unable to breathe. I don't know if I was having a dream or what started it off, but it was very scary. Panic time.... I found a paper sack and did the re-breathing bit, and it worked. Then I was almost afraid to go back to sleep, for fear that it would happen again.

I'm beginning to wonder if I have a touch of asthma or something like that. This has never happened to me before, but I've seen plenty of people that it has happened to... and they all look really scared. I can just imagine how I looked... especially if I looked anything like I felt.

I don't feel that the resumption of smoking yesterday played a big part in it, though. This has actually happened to me before in a much milder form, like down at mom's in Oklahoma when I was moving a bed. And a couple of other times recently when I have exerted myself...

And... on top of everything else... the testicular pain is back with a vengence. I will go see the urologist tomorrow before I leave for Texas if it doesn't improve a bunch today.

I don't want to turn this into a depression journal... but I'm getting depressed again. Work has not cured that, and looking forward to seeing JD and Tyler has only alleviated it somewhat.

I think that I just need a good day's sleep, and everything will be hunky-dory again.