Monday, August 22, 2005
Talking impaired
If you've met me for five seconds, you know I talk....A LOT. I have recently lost my voice in a freak strep throat accident and cannot speak. I had to do my part in physicals for the incoming athletes today who now all believe I have a sick ducky voice. Tremendous.
This feels like when someone is talking to you over the computer and they have a mic and you type everything back to them. Poor Helen Keller. I wonder if she has a foundation I can donate to. Better yet, I am making the new Saboora needs to talk foundation. Giving to those who can't afford ice and tape.
I'm OD'd on Nyquil and still can't sleep. Tragic combination really, cause it leads to impaired blog posting that I cannot be help responsible for. Infact, I probably won't even remember it in the morning. Never happened.
This feels like when someone is talking to you over the computer and they have a mic and you type everything back to them. Poor Helen Keller. I wonder if she has a foundation I can donate to. Better yet, I am making the new Saboora needs to talk foundation. Giving to those who can't afford ice and tape.
I'm OD'd on Nyquil and still can't sleep. Tragic combination really, cause it leads to impaired blog posting that I cannot be help responsible for. Infact, I probably won't even remember it in the morning. Never happened.
