Now I wish I'd taken that scholarship to Mime State
Finally, I come to you with news you can use (and enjoy): I have no voice.
Oh, sure, my critics have been saying that for years, but today it's unarguably true. The wretched cold that settled into my haunches and gullies last week has ceased to make me feel like a sunken tugboat, but it felt the need to de-voice me today. I don't even get a gravelly, sexy morning voice; it's more of a boy in the throes of puberty crossed with that guy who's just had his vocal cords snipped.
It hasn't stopped me from making ugly-sounding phone calls to my brother and sister. Hell, I've been sick and bitchy to my poor sister so many times over the weekend that I probably owe her dinner. At least I wasn't bitchy today; just not very pleasing to the ear. It's days like this that make me grateful I'm not still a singer or a phone sex operator. I mean, ummmmmm, shit. Don't want to embarrass my family. Deny, Katy, deny. Okay. I take it back. I was never a singer.
It's also a good thing I teach online and not in person, because my lecture methods tonight would be limited to:
For now, let me just whisper that one little word that makes my heart skip a beat: Ricolaaaaaaaa *cough cough cough cough*
Oh, sure, my critics have been saying that for years, but today it's unarguably true. The wretched cold that settled into my haunches and gullies last week has ceased to make me feel like a sunken tugboat, but it felt the need to de-voice me today. I don't even get a gravelly, sexy morning voice; it's more of a boy in the throes of puberty crossed with that guy who's just had his vocal cords snipped.
It hasn't stopped me from making ugly-sounding phone calls to my brother and sister. Hell, I've been sick and bitchy to my poor sister so many times over the weekend that I probably owe her dinner. At least I wasn't bitchy today; just not very pleasing to the ear. It's days like this that make me grateful I'm not still a singer or a phone sex operator. I mean, ummmmmm, shit. Don't want to embarrass my family. Deny, Katy, deny. Okay. I take it back. I was never a singer.
It's also a good thing I teach online and not in person, because my lecture methods tonight would be limited to:
- Writing my lecture notes on the whiteboard and gesticulating wildly
- Playing charades with my class, which is always fun when dealing with UNIX
- Using mute puppets to illustrate the high points of the week
For now, let me just whisper that one little word that makes my heart skip a beat: Ricolaaaaaaaa *cough cough cough cough*
Katy Barzedor proclaimed this to be so at 7:25 PM
7 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
GAH!
Get well soon, Bucky!
I'm sorry to hear you've been sick, Bucky. Have you tried honey and lemon? I've heard it's a sure-fire fix for what ails you... ;)
GAH! CK is trying to poison you. You want something for your throat? I got it covered.
Nils, always the helpful one, aren't you?
I'm glad you're starting to feel better. But it sounded painful just hearing you talk.
See you tonight!
Poor Buckarincess :( Although I have to admit, I have a fetish for mute puppets (and a rake).
Try Fisherman's Friend extra strength cough drops. Most people think they're a bit nasty, but they work.
Bleh. Feel better soon! Skip the cough drops and go straight to the hard Nyquil for my money.
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