Scratchy throat, Brooklyn brogue & dawn the color of a bruise

[jack_babalon]

Well the sickness has found a new home in my throat. It's kinda cool though because my voice has a guttural rattle to it now, or to put it in another way, you'll have to imagine Clint Eastwood is reading my posts to you for the rest of the day. Of course it occurs to me now that those of you who've never met me have no idea what I sound like. When you read this do you imagine a drawl? Remnants of my Brooklyn brogue maybe? Most likely you read like I do: In my own voice.
I'm a little out of it today, i've been trying to get in early and get some extra Christmas money in the bank. It's tough getting out of bed(especially in the winter when the inner bear demands 18 hour hibernation naps) and even tougher getting to sleep anywhere before midnight. The up side of this is the quiet walk along Briarcliff Rd in the dark. The lack of traffic is nice as I can actually hear the first birds of morning above me and to my left I watch the horizon shift out of black with a band of colors resembling various stages of bruising. Well I gotta cut this short lunch is about up and I have to cut down on my postings a bit until we catch up here at the office.
Ciao

Comments

[littlesebastien.livejournal.com]

what did ya think of my date?
:)

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

She was very cute.

[gaeasdaughter.livejournal.com]

Brooklyn brogue? Hmm ... never thought of it as a "brogue." (So I sez les gowan up ta thu ruf an pratice our brogues.) On a related note, had pot roast for lunch ... thought of the bat.

Well, back to the grind myself.