OH, FOR MY VOICE BACK!
I don’t have much news because I’m still sick. You can’t do things when you’re sick, and you really can’t do things when you can’t talk. I mean, what’s the point of even going out? Other than your friends laughing at you, of course. I’ve been voice-free for 4 days now. It’s making me a little nervous, but I figure as long as I still have the cold or bird flu or tuberculosis or whatever, it’s to be expected. Yesterday I got worse, but today seems a little bit better. I made it through a whole work day! Note: Do not tell your mother you’re coughing up big green chunks, even if you are. It makes her panic and try to bring you to the emergency room. Also, I noticed that this doesn’t stop me from singing in the car. I lip-synch. Seriously, I can’t just stop. I did manage to go to Arabic Monday night. The class is dwindling! My bff is gone, and so are Ike and the two old guys. It’s now me, Wolf, pageant-girl, pageant-girl’s mother (the Perkins waitress who’s married to the Sudanese diplomat), and the two really weird girls in the back. Class was easy because I didn’t have to talk. At one point, we were supposed to give each other directions. Wolf turned and looked at me wistfully; I shrugged, not the least bit sad to avoid that particular interaction. Megan emailed and saved the day again (she was also the voice of authority on undead Sea Monkeys): the black ducks at Lake Calhoun are not ducks at all. They’re coots! I’m glad you folks are paying attention. I’ve gotten some supernice emails about the 3day progress as well, so thanks. I spent a lot of yesterday not at work, rebuilding my iPod. I don’t have a server anymore, so I figured out how to pull all the music off it and reorganized. I got rid of about half of it, and then made sure the tags were all orderly on the rest. I’m kind of a freak about these things, obviously. It took a hell of a long time. Now I’m sniffling to Change (In the House of Flies) again. I wish I knew what it was about that song I love so much it makes me cry every single time I hear it. OK, that’s today’s unexcitingness. I’m ’bout to float away on this tea I discovered at Gigi’s. I go in there and point at the sign and they hook me up; I’m convinced it will give me back my voice one of these days. And then, my friends, I’m going to call every single one of you and yell at the top of my lungs. It’s my kinda celebration*. Night, tight, bedbugs and such.Jenni *Email me your phone number if I don’t already have it. Otherwise this celebration will fail, and nobody likes a failure.