when did James Earl Jones take up residence in my throat? I'm so freaking croaky right now. My voice has dropped about two octaves and is so gravelly I could start my own paving company. Looking forward to this long weekend to recover.
Have a happy Labor Day!
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practice saying "Owen, I am your father." (ventilator noise)
*snork*
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