blue lips

Iiiii ccccaaaannnntttt tttttaaaallllkkkk. I have officially lost my voice for ever and for ever. I sound like a donkey. The only thing left to do is squeak out the last couple of sounds I can while singing along to Regina Spektor (who, btw Jake, I rather like now, so completely disregard anything I told you last year concerning my feelings towards her, please, she's rather amazing.) and then sit back and watch That 70's Show & Friends and pray that the home remedies that the lovely T-Wah fixed me up with work like that.
Wish this little sick bird luck, much as she dislikes school doesn't mean she don't miss it now, does it? Before I run off to repair my throat, let me leave you with some words of wisdom. Listen to Lykke Li. She will change your life forever. Dad's promise, honest! 
Or just watch"When the World Comes to an End" by the Dirty Projectors and prepare yourself to be blown away by their amazing harmonising skills. Pretty flippin' mad. They're guitar player/lead singer is a lefty. Babe right there.

ttfn, tata for now !