FML.

Yesterday when I said I had no voice, I still ... sorta had a voice. It was scratchy and awful to listen to, but if I spoke at a low enough register somewhere around "pretending to be a baritone male" and "phone sex operator", I could still speak clearly.

Today? I've got nothing. It feel like I'm speaking through a straw. A clogged, scratched stirring straw. I spent all of last night trying to breathe and failing miserably. I don't know how I ever got any sleep.

Also, my throat's even more sore than it was the day before and my nose is stuffed.

I was really hoping this wouldn't get worse, damn it. *sigh*

I wonder what it says about me ...

... that I feel like hammered crap and yet I've gotten one chapter of GPW edited, another I'm about to work on, a timeline for Heroine Addiction I plan to finish, and for some reason an hour ago I dragged my nasally voiceless listless butt into the kitchen and washed every single dirty dish in there.

How does this even work? I have absolutely no energy and yet I keep DOING stuff. It's like my brain's trying to prove I'm still conscious.

Ugh.

Dear water company,

Your website is utter shite and it's taken me twenty minutes worth of fucking with it to NOT pay my bill. I'd send you an email to fix it, but since the last two emails I sent to you when I had problems with your website were responded to with, "Sorry, nothing we can do about the website not accepting your password! You'll just have to mail us your payment!", I think I'll just wait until tomorrow and see if maybe your entire IT department is suddenly replaced by people who aren't snide incompetents.

Sincerely,

Me

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I think I know what I'm writing for Big Bang. It's either going to read by nobody or everybody.

*rubs hands together with glee*