Passion without a word

I now have laryngitis (burning the old candle at both ends, the flame was bound to burn my ass), am up since 6:15am, and am at home, once again unable to relax (sleep, play on comp, veg in front of tv - or, be a man).

I want to talk about passion, but right now, I can't talk, and I realize I have the choice between vegging (healing), rolling dough to make pie shells (in order to veg better another day), wrapping xmas gifts, translation work, or this. Toodles.