Sep 21, 2005 17:58
I am so completely pooched after today's double-cruise ship schedule, and I'm on-call until 9PM. Ick. At least the passengers were sympathetic to my lack of voice. One woman, with the thickest Long Island accent I've ever heard, kept repeating, "You have some type of respiratory ailment. No word of a lie. You need to see a doctor, some kind of respiratory specialist." Literally, she said it about 5 times.
Um, Holly and I are supposed to go to some kind of sex-toy party on Saturday. I'm uncomfortable with even the thought of this.
I'm very excited, but I can't say why. But just know that I am and hopefully, I will explain why soon... but I don't want to jinx anything at this point.