*rasp* *croak*

[arethinn]

I have, like, no voice. This sucks. My job involves a lot of talking that I can't really take care of any other way. I have to say things the students wouldn't know how to say, especially trying to interpret from gestures; fuck writing everything down. So I'm still talking despite not being able to talk. Ow. enotsola, you know how I sounded on Tuesday, mostly just congested? Well now it's... laryngitisal.

...Sure, that's a word. Me, last night, to mom's Needleworkers' Guild friends over for klatch last night, when one of them was stumbling over swing/swung/swang: "English grammar is as flexible as English spelling, especially in the Middle Ages." Although I must say that "laryngitisal" puts me in mind of both Python's "Medical Love Song" and the MST3K song "Tubular Boobular Joy", itself obviously a takeoff on "Bibbity-Bobbity-Boo" from Disney's Cinderella:

It's breastica-boob-ical, chestica-mamm-ical,
Pendular, globular fun!
Flesh-ical, orbital, mound-ular, scoop-ular?
Right-o! That's the one!
Is it gluteal maximal, tush-ital, crack-ular,
Bun-ular, morning 'til night?
Well, you're abso-to-glandular fanny fantastical
Masta-ca-flesh-ular right!

It's and area-logical, auto-erotical, tubular boob-ular joy!
An expose-ular regional, batch-ular pouch-ular fun for girl and boy!
A latisima-dorsical, hung-like-a-horse-ical, calipa-ligical ball!

A most bun-ular, fun-ular
Fruit of the Loom-ular
French-ical tongue-ular
Wha-bidda-boob-ular
Moooovieeee of them alllllllllll!!!!!
Hey!

feh. </ramble>