It figures - one day after I go to the doctor so they can tell me there's nothing they can do, my illness finally gives up, calls a full-retreat, and agrees to all conditions of its surrender.  I've only lost my voice in the battle.  My throat (the battlefield, if you will) is still sore and scarred, but is much better.  I'm still coughing a little, but nothing like the last few days.  I just can't really talk much above a gravely whisper.

So, I'm going to school tomorrow.  I've got to make up a lab, take a missed exam, visit three art shows, write journals about them, and go work out (maybe.)  That's a lot for my first day out.  Hopefully, none of them require the gift of gab.

Here, enjoy this: ( Goddamn Batman )