OK, so this is my 300th blog post. I wanted to make it special or whatever, but I honestly don't have the energy to put anything special together. I was going to put it off until I had enough energy to do something special , but who the hell does that, really? Wanna know something else? February 8th will be my two year anniversary of blogging. So I should really do something special, but I can't find it in me to change the layout to something pretty. And a day when I don't feel like changing my blog layout? Well, as you know, that's a weird day for me. Maybe Sunday I'll do a special anniversary blog. Probably not, but its a possibility I guess.

I lost my voice. My throats been sore for a couple days, I thought it was just allergies. I've been drinking tea && resting and stuff. This happens about once a year usually, the sore throat anyway. Except usually it happens in fall. So I was kinda thrown off when it popped up in February, like uhm...buddy, you've got the wrong season. But I wrote it off, allergies. Then this morning, I woke up, && I couldn't talk. Like at all. I figured it was just because, you know, it was early and stuff. But then, as the day went on, I realized it wasn't getting better. Fuck out of here, yo. What do you mean I can't talk? I discovered that if I spent ten minutes clearing my throat && coughing && shit before I tried to speak, I could manage to just sound sick, instead of nonexistent, so I've been doing that all day. This fucking sucks.

AND THEN, man, okay, no, cus this what really upset me. I'm in the shower, and I go to sing along with my music playing, && it was okay, && then I got to this high note, & my voice completely went out. At least I thought it did. Then I hear this extra high pitched, like dog whistle, stupid high keening noise. I'm thinking its the shower head, or the pipes, or some piece of hidden machinery in the bathroom. Then I stopped singing to investigate, and the sound stopped. IT WAS ME YALL!!! I almost broke down crying in the shower. Not being able to talk, well, thats whatever. But not being able to sing?? Its like missing an appendage. Its hella awkward.

Mkay, sweetheart is sleep now, so I'm going too. I'm wayyyyyyyyy too attached to this individual. And worse, he knows that. Ugh.

-A.

Edit: He's not sleep. So I guess I'll just talk to him till he is.