I'm in the throws of some kind of laryngitis virus that makes me sound like Kathleen Turner after 10,000 cigarettes. It would be sexy if it weren't for that lugie I hacked up this morning (it was awesome).

There's nothing a doctor could do for me but to tell me to be still (the hardest). Though at this point, I'd have more faith in a medicine woman who told me to drink the blood of a toad and to sleep facing the ocean as a cure than anything my Republican doctor has ever prescribed me.

...I don't think I should blog after taking Benadryl...

Just for today, I can be sick.