Blah. My throat started hurting last night and is still hurting today. It feels like someone is varnishing my throat with arsenic every time I swallow. Matt won't kiss me for fear of catching it. Precious. And I fell asleep in a beanbag for several hours instead of doing anything productive.
What a stupid day.
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Take this opportunity to scream your lungs out and develop a Howlin' Wolf type voice. Worked for Captain Beefheart.
ReplyDeleteAlso, have you noticed I'm the only person who comments around here? Is that stalking?