Raining

It’s raining outside. Seems fitting for this day today. I’ve been fairly sick the past few days. I took the day before yesterday off but then went to work the next day. Stupid. I shouldn’t have. One more day of rest and I might have been fine but as one will learn briefly after meeting me- I am rather stubborn. The night started out okay. I felt tired and just really didn’t want to be there but I made it through the night. By the time I went home though my voice was nearly gone. Went to work today and got sent home. Can’t carve prime if I can’t talk to guests and I can’t carry food if I’m coughing. Actually can’t do either if I’m coughing.

So, my voice is gone and that’s that. It’s weird though. Every time I wanted to say something, I thought it out in my head first and I kept thinking that my voice was fine for the moment merely because I could say it in my head. It wasn’t of course and I earned the nick name squeaky before being sent home. :) I just think it’s so strange though. How in my mind I can sound so crisp and clear and outwardly be so raspy and beraly intelligible. I mean I understand it of course, the brain and vocal cords are too separate things obviously but… hmm, it’s difficult for me to explain I suppose.

I wonder what it would be like to be a deaf person. Born deaf and having never heard human speech or any other sound before. What would it sound like in their heads? Is ‘sound like’ the wrong way to word it. After all I’m not sure we’re actually hearing our thoughts. But if we don’t hear them and we don’t feel them… heh … we think them I guess. Thinking is such a strange sensation. What would it be like if you were born a mute? Or knew no language? Do we really think in words or is that merely how some of our minds translate it? Again I wonder how the brain translates thought for those without words? Too many questions. I’m too philosophical and deep for my age I think.

Muse of the moment: Ed. He’s guarding a lime green towl that I’ve lazily allowed to drape on the back of the couch. He’s claimed that as his napping spot for the past few days. Yes, I’m that lazy.

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