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Over the past week, I've had kind of a cold-y thing. I don't like to call it a cold, because then people tend to back away slowly...or quickly...and occasionally (but only occasionally) I like people. Not only do I feel sort of gross, but starting about last Friday, my voice changed from that of an obnoxious Target cashier to that of a boy going through puberty, voice cracks and all. It got to the point that on Wednesday morning I woke up and could not talk at all.

This got me pretty scared. I mean, in addition to the fact that I love to hear myself talk, I rely on my voice for quite a lot. There's school, the speech tournament I have on Saturday, the choir concert I have on Sunday, and the impromptu Motown concerts I give whilte singing in the shower. My brain kept going to that episode of Glee when Rachel tries to sing "The Climb" and ends up having laryngitis (maybe it was punishment from God for singing a Miley Cyrus song. Just a thought).

Then I thought about how awesome it would be to sound like this for the rest of my life. I would really enjoy not sounding like an angry Midwestern soccer mom on helium for the rest of my life. That got me thinking about the episode of Gilmore Girls when Lorelai hurts her back and Emily comes over and they watch a movie. Emily talks about how she wants a husky voice and Lorelai says she has one. It's a very tender moment just described in a very ADD way.

Does all this referencing mean I watch too much TV? Naaahhh...

Finally, I decided that having a husky voice may lead to no voice and that would be bad. I mean, considering I look up to all these people who speak their mind, it's pretty clear I want to do so myself. I mean, how am I supposed to give a Razzie/Oscar speech or succeed/fail at stand-up comedy without a voice? Now that I think about it, that last one seems pretty possible.

So anyway, I'm grateful that it's coming back and hope to have it in it's complete, loud, obnoxious form by Saturday morning. If not, c'est la vie.


Speaking of lost voices, here's Adele with one of my favorites, "Hometown Glory"

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