Fighting For My Voice

Stupid motherfucking cold. I feel a little better, but here’s the downside: I woke up this morning and I could barely talk.

I found this out because the first thing I tried to do was yell at my cat to get his head out of my printer (he’s weird), and almost nothing came out of my mouth.

After an hour of coughing and inhaling steam, I could at least talk. And yell at the cat to stop using my stack of magazines as a scratching post.

But now, my voice just drops in and out randomly, and is pitched about half an octave higher than normal when it decides to show up. But at least the cat’s asleep.

If my voice is totally gone tomorrow, I’m going to be very, very pissed. And be unable to tell anyone about it without the aid of a pen and paper.

And I don’t think the cat will respond well to a scrawled note to “GET DOWN OFF THERE!”.

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