Drop the mic!

Oh, Archangel Gabriel,

You, mighty Guardian of communicators and all who dare speak into microphones,

To you I pray every winter so my throat doesn’t turn into a fiery mess,

(And behold, you’ve heard my prayers);

For you I lit candles so I don’t end with a dripping nose and a dying crow’s voice,

(And you graciously delivered);

I worshipped you so my ears don’t clog up like a sink on a bad day,

(And you have been accepting my devotion).

So why, Archangel Gabriel, why?!

You’re granting me a winter of respiratory and vocal health,

And then bless me with a glorious case of Tendinitis in my entire right arm?!

I can easily record voice-overs but how will I edit them on the computer, Mighty Man of God?

Anyway…

I guess it could be worse…

If I had Piles up my bottom I’d have to do post-production standing up.

Imagine the divine ergonomics of that...