Not that I've eaten hay...
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
I guess I'm sick. I've been pounding the tropical fruit cough drops non-stop but I just can't handle any more. They're burning a red and blue hole in my tongue. My voice is so raspy that I sound like an older post-tracheotomy Lindsay Lohan. It's kind of awesome, but it also sounds like I've been smoking a pack a day since I was 12. Not Unlike Miss Lohan. Maybe now I can score a role in the Parent Trap 2.
Other vocal inspirations:
Other vocal inspirations:
Monday, December 1, 2008
Dentists; the only doctors who refuse to work on sick people
So I left the dentist today without cavities but not without reproof. I arrived promptly at 10:03 for my 10 O'Clock appointment, and was not chastised...yet. A dental hygenist showed me to my chair and took some x-rays, and stopped short when I mentioned I had a cold. "Are you carrying a fever? I don't work on people who are sick because then I get sick." "Um...should I reschedule....?" "No it's fine. But I mean, I'm working in your mouth." Yes, yes I realize that. You work for a dentist. I realize the risk here, but she was wearing gloves AND a face mask, what more do you need? I'm not sure what she expected me to say, though I wanted to say "Either ask me to leave or just get on with it". Maybe nobody warned her that if she crossed me I wouldn't be back for two whole years.
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