I've had a very sore throat for about four days now, and after waking up this morning with it worse than ever, I've decided to just roll my lazy ass on down to the local urgent care and have them swab me to see if this can be treated.

The men at work will be disappointed, because if this clears up I will no longer sound sexy, like Lauren Bacall after two packs of cigarettes and two fingers of scotch. I had to change my out-of-office greeting last night and my new voice message is HILARIOUS. I bet I won't be getting any hang-ups for awhile!
Unfortunately I also have a disgusting hacking cough, which offsets the sexy with a sort of emphasymic flair.

I was explaining to Joe C that one of the benefits of sounding pathetic while otherwise feeling totally fine (well---except for the agonizing cough) is that you still feel OK, but people are STILL compelled to give you free candy and cough drops and carry your DHL packages to the curb.

So we'll see. I may get some 'biots, but I may attempt to save this crazy voice for awhile, since it's been working in my favor. Not sounding like I'm 10 has distinct advantages.

I have the next few days off work, so this morning it's to the doctor, (hopefully) to the pharmacy, and to Target, where I will spend money and laugh with glee at finally being finished. MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! *cough* *splutter* *ow* *eyes tear up*

Hrm. Maybe that's more "maniac" than "glee."