for anyone who knows me, knows that me not being able to talk is probably one of the most frustrating things ever. i am able to get words out sounding like Marge's Sisters (on the Simpsons) and craking and missing actual chunks of sounds along the way.
i am home. I worked a bit until noon ish, and since then i have mostly been laying on the couch with a hot towel around my neck and a coughdrop in my mouth.
I am a sorry state.
this also means i will be sadly well behaved most of this weekend consuming soup and laying in my unsexy soft pjs and staring at the tv in silence.
i am home. I worked a bit until noon ish, and since then i have mostly been laying on the couch with a hot towel around my neck and a coughdrop in my mouth.
I am a sorry state.
this also means i will be sadly well behaved most of this weekend consuming soup and laying in my unsexy soft pjs and staring at the tv in silence.
Sad childhood poem? I was desperate for something to update this silly thing and listeninng to iTunes on random.
Some eight second song came on, with just that poem being screamed, and it inspired me to update the silly thing.
Oh well.