This is unacceptable: I’ve lost my voice.
Gone gone gone daddy gone.
I started getting a sore throat on Sunday, by Monday my voice was pebbly and on Tuesday, it was full-on gravelly. I did make it through my classes, but by the time I got off the train my voice had disappeared down my gullet. I tried to say “thank you” to a cute tot who closed my dryer door at the laundromat, and all that came out was a squeak.
You can’t yell at cats with a squeak and, unsurprisingly, they don’t much respond to a whisper.
My throat doesn’t really hurt; it just doesn’t work.
I don’t like it.
AbsurdBeats 