My Voice, The Meme, The Paper...

Nothing says I want to talk more than not being able to. I don't know if my body is saying, "HEY ASSHOLE YOU HAVE A PAPER TO WRITE, so as punishment, you can't speak until it is done." My voice started out as scratchy and sexy and is now almost to the point it being painful on the ears to listen to. Remember that North show when everyone was telling me to shut up, b/c the sound of the lack of my voice seemed painful? Yeah that'd be the voice level just about. *sigh*

So off to write papers I shall go....

And in the spirit of memage, ganked from kerc1981:

On-line journals are little filters that we each see every one else's lives through, the parts others choose to share with us. That said, we all think we are close, but really we seldom know *a lot* about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.