What started out as a scratchy voice last monday after a weekend at the Pala Casino for my Grandma's 85th birthday, has turned into a full fledged case of laryngitis and a dry cough if I try to talk. Other than no voice and an occasional dry cough cough, I feel fine. Bleh.

Some days I sound like a little frog and today is the toad voice day. Croak. Bleh.

When I am working too much during the week and then have to work the weekend at Alex's in the noise and smoke, I have been known to be hoarse for a day or two, but not a week. Punk Rock Bowling is this upcoming weekend. Bleh. If I can't speak now, how I am I going to navigate 3.5 days of smokey Vegas? Croak...