It's like I've sold my soul

Day 5 of having laryngitis...and let me tell you, its so uncool. I'm a prisoner in my own body. Not only do I wheeze unattractively like a godamn squeak toy when I try to talk (which I know I shouldn't, but come on) I'm realizing that I'm actually not as quiet as I thought I was. I have lots to say...loads in fact.

I can't wait until I get my voice back, I'm going to call every single one of my contacts in my iphone and talk their heads off, and tell off every offensive driver on the road double times to make up for the last week's delinquency.

I used to think I could go for weeks without talking if left alone but it just isn't true. Its astonishing. Wah! I want to talk again! The thing about being unable to talk is that you either have to resort to alot of exaggerated expressions and hand motions like a mime (no. retarded.) or just unapologetically commit to being misrepresented as a surly ass-antisocial jerk (fine!). Guess which path I've chosen.