![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
honeyspiderLast night was the Friday of the forty-eight and I: drank ridiculously bourbon-spiked icebreaker, lost my voice, flogged a group of men, played runner for dramatic situations, and got kicked really hard in the shins.
Interesting night. Good night though, the parts that we're made of Fuck This All I Hate You. I still have very little in the way of, you know, a voice but other than that I feel perfectly fine. I just had no idea how much I talk and sing under my breath every freaking second of the day, because not doing it is making me feel like a mental case.
Echo went outside to enjoy the gorgeous day of sunshine and got herself stung in the throat by a bee, the loser. She had to go to the vet. Man, my throat has problems too but I didn't get to go to the vet, did I?
Anyway, soon the Saturday night festivities will begin properly and Alison and I shall go join them. Hopefully this voice of mine chooses to stay at least a little and I can pretend that I'm all sexy and husky, instead of being mute. I suck at mute.
Interesting night. Good night though, the parts that we're made of Fuck This All I Hate You. I still have very little in the way of, you know, a voice but other than that I feel perfectly fine. I just had no idea how much I talk and sing under my breath every freaking second of the day, because not doing it is making me feel like a mental case.
Echo went outside to enjoy the gorgeous day of sunshine and got herself stung in the throat by a bee, the loser. She had to go to the vet. Man, my throat has problems too but I didn't get to go to the vet, did I?
Anyway, soon the Saturday night festivities will begin properly and Alison and I shall go join them. Hopefully this voice of mine chooses to stay at least a little and I can pretend that I'm all sexy and husky, instead of being mute. I suck at mute.
