I hate you. I hate you with every fiber of my being. With every breath I can possibly take that doesn't involve mucus.
Seriously, ALL I'm asking for is one night ONE NIGHT of uninterrupted sleep! Why can you at LEAST give me that? HUH?! I got a total of 3 hours a night lately because you feel the need to make me cough my guts out once I finally drift off.
I would tell you to die in a fire, but unfortunately since you are residing in my body than means I'd have to as well. But at this point, if it means I'll be getting a good night's sleep? I wouldn't completely negate the option.
So the voice saga continues. I'm operating around 70% now. So I'm able to talk and communicate ad a level above a whisper but still slightly below average volume. I squeek when I laugh or get excited and exclaim something...and pretty much I have a husky voice of either a drag queen or a phone sex operator.
I was actually feeling pretty decent the last two days. Then BAM nastiness ALL over again! I'm congested and coughinng and Blah blah blah. Screw it. I'm calling the doctor and making an appointment next week. I can't stand letting this grow. It just feels like its getting worse at this point.
In other news that doesn't involve my hostility...
I made progress on the regency gown bodice so far. I got a pretty decent fit on it and have the sleeves on it. Now I just have to do the Stomacher and stick the skirt on. Granted, I have NO idea what I'm going to do with this when its done. Right now its just considered good practice. I'm thinking about changing my mind for my LoJ costume this year and trying a regency look...not sure yet though.
And thats the only news worth talking about because I'm too grumpy about this cold to say much more.