loosing your voice is god’s way of telling you to shut up

Late last week I battled an annoying irritation in my throat and sinuses. Thankfully the pain and pressure subsided quickly and I’ve managed to pull thru with a couple of residual symptoms. In addition to itchy eyes I’ve been left with only limited use of my voice. I haven’t been to a doctor, haven’t even visited WebMD, but I’m calling my vocal malady laryngitis. I’d originally wanted to call it phase eight in the evolution of my own personal sexy. Funny thing about loosing your voice though, it makes it difficult to call anything… or any one… or place an order at the drive thru. Every attempt I’ve made at a witty repartee (read sophomoric sex joke) that has been met with this new dumbness has made me see how dumb I’ve been all along. In considering weather what I have to say is worth squeaking thru my clogged pipes has made me realize; I say a lot of stupid things, a lot. Maybe my time without a voice will turn me into the kind of person who thinks before they speak. Either that or I will get real concise with my penis euphemisms.