so, i made the mistake of going to a loud restaurant friday night while sporting a pre-cold cough. you know what you do at loud restaurants? you yell. you yell just so the person sitting right next to you can hear what you're saying.
it was lovely at first. got to meet dan's new lady friend. got to have scrumptious eats (oh, polenta, how your warmth and deliciousness washes over me like a millions waves made of tasty blankets)...had a wonderful time just seeing friends...
but after a few hours of yelling, some time sitting in a car with liam singing and smoking cigarettes, and a lot of chatting, i was left with a voice that is reminiscent of the screaming one does in a dream where they're being chased...you know, that scream that doesn't sound like anything...the soundless scream. just a mild rustling akin to the whispers of a rolling tumbleweed.
the weekend was spent nursing the issue. i drank so much tea, i think i'm releasing chamomile out of my pores. i slept more than i've slept in ages...and i watched more lost than i have in a long time.
i still managed to have an amazing sibling get-together which included ingesting a lot of carbs and philosphizing on our family and its quirks...and i got to have brunch with liam which included french toast, bacon...and later, a chocolate soufflé.
i'm back at the office now...and half of my co-workers like my voice now better than my real voice. they all say i sound like demi moore...and i'm not exactly sure how i feel about that...
let's not even get into my conversation with the IT guy whilst i was troubleshooting a computer about how his favorite demi moore movie was striptease...and how i sounded like her.
aaaaaaaaaaanyway, my paramour claims i sound like a goose.
i know. so flattering.
...but the fact is, i do.
i do sound like a goose.
honk!
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