i’ve resorted to making popping noises with my mouth. because my voice is udderly gone. contrary to popular belief, sleep will not revive the chords…in fact, it’ll get worser by the hour. this is the third day and i’ve progressed beyond mere froggish into a complete whisper. those who despair of me ever shutting up should be throwing a party sometime later this afternoon methinks.
and of course, in the grand tradition of “isn’t it ironic”, i managed to get more done yesterday with a wonked out throat than i can usually accomplish with a working voice. answered calls, sent out updates, solved world hunger, all that. i’m lucky that i really like my job.