Speak

I'm feeling somewhat better this evening. All day, I suspected that I was in and out of a fever of sorts. Nothing like the plague to make you hate life, eh? I'm surprised I didn't call off from work, but then I don't do that unless I'm at death's door or some similar dire circumstance.

I wish I could sing. Got a song with some nice little lyrics that I'd like to record. 'Tis hard to hold a tune when your throat is coated in snot.