This morning I woke up and I could barely speak. I have no idea how it happened, but I have laryngitis. (Is that how you spell it?) Anyway, today at school, I wasted every ounce of energy repeating the words "I lost my voice" to everyone who spoke to me. (Believe me, most of my classmates wouldn't know what laryngitis means.) It got very annoying.
The shoe of the day is the gold kid dance shoe with art deco detailing from Switzerland in 1935.
Ironically, I, who spend almost every waking minute on the phone, have to rest my voice. Actually, nevermind. That isn't ironic at all, is it?