You wanna know one of the worst feelings in the world? Losing your wallet. Seriously though, if I could offer one word of advice to people, it would be to never carry your brand new Star Wars wallet that you found treasure hunting in the desert in your back pocket. It's like sentencing it to death. Trust me. Been there, and it stinks. You feel hopeless and confused. My new debit card finally came this past week though, and it's been like seeing a best friend again after 6.79 years of being apart. I have to keep reminding myself that I don't have any money in the bank cause I just wanna make my new card feel welcome in my wallet by using it...repeatedly.
Wanna know another thing you should never try to lose? Your voice. It sounds great in theory: lots of icecream and water, a funny squeaky voice, an excuse for taking naps, people giving you weird side glances in public when you talk...but trust me, none of that is all it's cracked up to be (other than the naps...those are nice). All I want for Groundhog Day (Christmas is too far away) is my voice. That's all I need from you Punxsutawney Phil Sowerby. I honestly don't care if you see your shadow or not (and I honestly don't even know what it means if you do). I don't mean to be mean, I bet you are a very pleasant groundhog. I do enjoy your movie Groundhog Day, even though you aren't technically the main character...it's still a classic.
But yeah...basically what had happened was I got very sick with honestly who knows what and everything under the sun, and after a weekend of doing the tango with death, I was left with an insane cough and a sore throat resulting in the loss of my voice. No bueno.
But yes, I'm not dead (yet) so all is well! And that's about all I have to say...my drugs are kickin in so I'm only gonna remain conscious for a few more moments... The only thing left to say is goodnight and keep on keepin' on my people.
