Yes, that's 80's hair metal lyrics. Yes, I'm that old.

Due to an as-of-yet undiscovered allergy, I've been struck with laryngitis. I can talk, but just barely, so I'm not. I did a test trip to the grocery store, and only had to resort to my "Laryngitis - Can't Talk" flip card twice. Everything was head/hand motions, mouthing words, and a couple of quick notes. It's turned me into a bit of a monk it seems. All my snarky and wise ass comments, gone. This vow of silence is kind of a bitch.

Going to work tomorrow should be interesting. I'm sure I'll receive no end of jokes and intentional long-winded questions. Hell, that's what I'd do if it was one of my coworkers. You have to get your ribbing while it's good. But as long as I can type, I can still return fire. The graces of technology. Meanwhile, I now have an excuse to sit in front of the Xbox and play Oblivion all day, again. Good, I was looking for one.