I feel like death warmed over!

My throat started hurting earlier in the week. I just assumed it was me getting carried away with the vocal aspects of my character in the play. He's gruff and angry and bitter, so I vocalized that along with his accent. I yell and scream, too. I thought that might have done it.

But I know something is going around! It's some kinda throat hurting plague! People get it and then try and kiss me. Yuck!

They say you can't get rid of it until you pass it on. I most certainly don't want anyone to get it, so I won't kiss, but how long will I have it if I don't?

This thought reminded me of a conversation I had with an old pornographer friend who at one time was a highly respected fashion photographer before becoming a highly respected pornographer, he told me about an idea he wanted to make into a film. He said it would be the greatest porno ever! It was about a virus that got loose from a research facility that caused people to get really horny and if they didn't have an orgasm in a certain amount of time their heads would literally explode like in the film, "Scanners." So society begins to break down because people have to have sex to survive, but whoever they have sex with becomes infected too. It's like a plague of horny zombies.

I had to admit it sounded like a brilliant film.

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