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May. 4th, 2003 10:18 amI 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.
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.
