Your Life is Like

Being John Malkovich
What John Cusack movie are you?

I woke up this morning and couldn't talk. Laryngitis sucks BALLS. That's the ONLY thing wrong with me, really, but I can't go into work and not talk on the phone. I mean, that's all I do and I need to be able to be understood. ProStaff could hardly hear me as I mumbled out my SSN in a harsh voice. Racheal heard me just fine, but that's because we're used to understanding people. Hell, she could probably understand me if I was talking under 20 ft of water.

But it hurts to talk. And I mean HURTS. Right now I am drinking lots of delicious warm tea and sucking back the zinc like no body's business. Placebo or not, I swear the damn things work.

I want to kick this thing in the bud by the weekend. I've got plans, man! PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANS!!!!!!!!! I may not feel crappy now but if I'm not careful, this could turn into something like the martian death flu, and we all know how THAT went...