Voiceless
I woke up today sans voice. Well, not totally–I think I can hiss out a few words once in a while. I can’t remember the last time I lost my voice, but I think my family and my boyfriend are doing cartwheels right now.
Did you hear the thump of two hands landing, then two feet landing seconds later? Hmm . . .
Part of what probably aggravated my beautiful voice was too much talking. After work was over yesterday, I didn’t stop talking until I went to bed. First, I yapped it up at the dinner table, then I yapped it up on the way to my sister’s apartment. After that, I called my boyfriend and proceeded to yap even though my voice sounded like I’d been smoking Marlboros for ten years. Said boyfriend barely got a word in edgewise, I think. If it wasn’t one thing popping into my head, it was another. Why do I get so talky when my voice is hoarse? Of course. There was some talk of a husky voice being appealing, but really, I wish my girly voice would return promptly.
The good thing is this: Cold-wise, it’s really not that bad. Sure, I can’t talk above a creepy hiss, but I really have no other cold symptoms. I’m still debating on a run today, though–yesterday’s run seemed to do no harm, but I’m hesitant at spoiling whatever recovery happened between yesterday and today. My training will kick in on Sunday even if I miss today, but please, everyone, reassure me: I will not get fat. I plan on getting back into weight training next week while I drop down on mileage for about a week. Then, I want to balance both before I begin training for another half-marathon (if all goes well with this one; knock on wood).
So, let’s hope I recover my voice before my flight tomorrow. I really want to be able answer any questions asked of me.
Hmm, a creepy hiss…perhaps you’re speaking Parseltongue?
Haaasssaapapa!!!!!
Freak! You must be a descendant of Slytherin.
Go to the Leaky Cauldron…they have a link to a free download for a song from the Goblet of Fire. It’s pretty interesting.
Hmm, I listened to the song, but I can’t say I enjoyed it. It was too . . . huh. Mainstream? Mid-aughts? After all, in the HP universe, GoF takes place in ’94-’95, right? I mean, I know the movies aren’t necessarily following that, but still . . .
Heh, listen to me–I’m a geek!
Again, because I’m still hissing: Haaaasssapapa! I’m not a freak, maybe the ability was transferred to me when a dark wizard tried to kill me on Halloween night . . .
GEEK!
Oh, A asked me to imitate Macy Gray. He cracked up when I started singing her only hit.
I enjoyed it. I can imagine witches and wizards rocking out to it. Still, I can’t wait to listen to “Do the Hippogriff.”
Now you’re the Woman Who Lived!
Anyway, I try to say goodbye and I choke…
. . . I try to walk away and I stumble.
A asked me if I was stumbling because I was drunk.
I do want to hear what “Do the Hippogriff” consists of in the movie. However, I still maintain that I really wish that Franz Ferdinand had played the Weird Sisters.
Yeah, that would have made my life.