*cough* *hack*

And I was doing so well...

Despite the massive amounts of tea I drink regularly, it seems some sort of microbe finally made it past the barrier and is attacking me with relish. I woke up this morning with a very scratchy throat and a voice quite a few keys lower than my usual speaking voice (which is low enough). I called in sick to work, and have spent the greater part of my day in bed guzzling tea.

I hate being sick. It's just so inconvenient. And the worst part about this kind of sick is having it affect my voice to the point where I can't sing properly. I hate not being able to sing. I'm a compulsive singer, really; I sing in the shower, in the car, when walking around, when I'm sitting at the computer. Everywhere. Losing that ability is like having one arm strapped to my side; it throws me off balance.

*goes off to make more tea and play with icons*

Sea Creature Icon spammage.

Icon therapy makes everything better. More sea creatures available, free to good homes. Lots of bioluminescent deep sea creatures this time, thanks to this wonderful site - The Bioluminescent Web Page.










As always, cleaner versions of the icons (especially those with reddish text) available on my icon page.

Also, GIP. A fitting cup of tea, captioned with a Bertie-ism.