I sound like Harvey Firestein. I look like shit. Guess what? I’m sick.
I knew something was wrong yesterday when my voice was scratchier than usual. But like the Southern Baptist parent of a gay child, I thought that if I ignored it, it would just go away. Sadly, I was wrong.
I’m not in terrible shape. Mentally I’m okay. I’m going to do some work today, and I might even go to the gym out of a compulsive need to. But my throat is all kinds of scratchy and the insides of my ears itch. I popped some DayQuil, and now I’m eating a grapefruit. I will fight this thing.
THIS IS WHAT I SOUND LIKE: