Saturday, April 2

For the first time in my very short life, I have no voice
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and it hurts.

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Literally.

My god, it does. I'm all hoarse adn not even in the sexy geet way. I just sound generally , well un understandable. Like a pre pubescent boy on the brink of manhood where, his voice goes all crackly. Except well mine is painful. And I bet you are laughing. This is kinda like the time Gau bet me money that I would not be able to shut up but I did. Except this is involuntary. Urgh. Pain.

Listening to Michael Buble - Feeling Good

Should really stop listening to these slow smooth velvety swing songs. But sooooooooo nice to listen to.

I had quite a number of things to say but well,
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silence is golden

But not when you have no voice.

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