Saturday, February 8, 2003

The flu is finally subsiding. The only thing left now is this bad cough. And this deep deep baritone voice. The cough makes me sound like I've been smoking for fifty years. Two packs a day. But the voice! I like the voice. I'm one of those people who is a lousy singer but loves to sing anyway. Can't keep a tune. But hey! If it bothers you, just leave. 'Cause I will 'sing'. Yessir. And adding almost two whole octaves below my normal range is just plain awesome! I'm Barry White. Only off-key. All day. Between the coughing. "Can't get enough of your *cough* *cough* love, baby..."

Endearing, I know. I'm a luuuuuv *cough* *cough* machine.