I don't have a title area so I have to make everything really big to make it look like I do.......
It's 9:46 in the morning, and I'm in my kitchen making tea because my voice is gone. I like tea anyway.
I absolutely hate it when my throat hurts and I lose my voice. I have this crazy, undying fear that it wouldn't come back. I sing all the time, everyday, everywhere, and when my voice is gone...I feel like I'm handicapped.
My giant of a cousin was sleeping on my couch a few feet away from me. He just fell off, and I'm not sure he woke up. Haha. He's still asleep.
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Saturday, November 25, 2006
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