Came across an epiphany, if you will, last night during a conversation.
I'm just in zombie mode going through the routines right now.

Try to sleep, exercise, work, flirt with anything that has a set of healthy breasts, two legs, and is legal.
Mix in food, trips to a restroom, and the occasional night of bar hopping sporadically.
Rinse, wash, repeat.
My weekly routine.
I miss having a purpose in my life.
At least on a day to day basis.
Not much to really focus on until next year since acting's slow right now.

Go figure.

So yea, halfway through work today, in mid-flirt with a couple of sisterly beauties, my voice starts to give out.
Why?
Don't know, it just happens to me sometimes.
When I get back from my lunch break, my voice is pretty much gone.
End up writing little notes on the receipts people don't want.

"Losing voice, sorry."
"Thanks"
"Can I see your ID?"
"Need a copy of the receipt?"
"You're so beautiful, I'm speechless"
"Mime class"

Hurrah for mime class to help me communicate answers effectively to customers queries.

Yes.
Yes. I did use the speechless note.
Apparently, I'm so dashingly handsome and charming I made a few women become klutzy.
That made the day go by easier.

Voice still non-existent.
How am I supposed to sing-a-long w/ Jack Johnson now?

Speaking of singing, did anyone tape American Idol tonight?
Caught the end of it, some of the guys sounded really good.
'Cept for the guy that killed one of my songs.
Stop butchering "One Last Cry" America.
Please.