It’s official: I have the Cold of Sauron. I thought it was leaving me last week, but no, it was merely packing its bags to make a quick jaunt south from my head and sinuses into my chest and throat, where it has blasted the landscape and begun erecting its dark citadel.
As a side-effect, I now sound exactly like the Voice of Sauron from the Lord of the Rings movies, and have thus been wandering around my apartment and office muttering:
…much to the amusement and occasional horror of my guests and co-workers.
Little do they know that they are to become the beginnings of my terrible orc army!
Yes, I am loopy on cold medications. Why do you ask?