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I am sick. I can't recall the last time I was sick, but certainly not since I moved into this apartment back in October. It's my throat, which is uncommon for my sick things, and I'm rather stressed about it merely because it is unfamiliar, and because I have no voice and that's annoying to someone who likes to talk a lot.

I expected to get sick with the closing for Acis. I hoped to schedule it before the parade of houseguests. I failed at that, and I certainly didn't expect (although probably deserved) for it to happen because I ran around in the rain having a fit before seeing Boheme.

As per usual everyone is trying to get me to take it easy, but all I could come out with, in my hideous little two octaves too low breathy voice was: "I'm nothing if not excessive and do nothing if not push myself." Jesus, how completely ridiculous am I?

Unnnngh. *cough* *cough* *cough* ow.

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Ugh, probably my fault. Sorry about that. At least if it's what I've got you'll be able to talk by day after tomorrow.
-Typhoid Me

Reassuring. I stayed home from the days festivities because it felt so awful and I was feeling so lightheaded, but I've slept most of the afternoon, and am certainly up for part 2, so you're welcome here any time after 6.

Excellent. I woke up fairly recently myself. We can whine at each other.