Harpo and Me

i barely had a voice today. several stories were told: i slept outside, went to a rock concert, primal scream therapy, etc. the truth is i got bushwhacked by a cold. i felt like harpo marx every time someone asked me a question that couldn’t be answered with a nod or a no. i just played it like charades & made wild gestures and different facial expressions most of the afternoon.

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