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Well, the good news is that my voice does seem to be thinking about coming back. I'm not quite as squeaky as I was yesterday, but it's still not good. Stupid laryngitis. Stupid voice. Why doesn't it just come back? I was remembering earlier that when I moved to Italy I'd been getting over a really bad cold and lost my voice then, too. For the first week or two that I lived there, I couldn't really speak and people thought that was my actual voice. Once I could finally speak like a normal person everyone was surprised. I thought it was funny.
So, other than my loss of voice and constant exhaustion (remnants of the cold, I'm guessing), there's not too much to report.
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