Sunday, October 10, 2004
My mouth is finally reviving its taste buds.
Though, my voice in gone. Kuput! I remind myself of Harvey Pekar in the movie American Splendor. When he first loses his voice.
Do not call me on the telephone, because you will hear nothing on the other end, except for maybe the most whimsical wheezing sound out of my nose.
We are having Thanksgiving dinner tonight. Hopefully my taste buds will be in full force.
I promised to make a pile of leaves today. To jump in. But this morning I peaked out from under the Mexican blanket imitating a curtain on my window, and I realized not a lot of our trees have shed any leaves onto our exposed lawn. Except for maybe the one by my brother's window, but my mother says that one is diseased. So then I thought, maybe I'll go to the library and make a leaf pile, because its entire yard is covered in crunchy leaves. But then, my mother probably would not let me travel to the library because of my cold (?). Whatever it is. I thought the loss of my voice was a result of the other day. On my way home from school, I was continuously singing "The Devil made me do it. Put the bag on my head. He made me put the bag on my head" as I walked down the street, with of course a bag on my head.
It first started with headaches and sore legs, and ended in the destruction of my voice box.
It hasn't been a pleasant week.
Though, my voice in gone. Kuput! I remind myself of Harvey Pekar in the movie American Splendor. When he first loses his voice.
Do not call me on the telephone, because you will hear nothing on the other end, except for maybe the most whimsical wheezing sound out of my nose.
We are having Thanksgiving dinner tonight. Hopefully my taste buds will be in full force.
I promised to make a pile of leaves today. To jump in. But this morning I peaked out from under the Mexican blanket imitating a curtain on my window, and I realized not a lot of our trees have shed any leaves onto our exposed lawn. Except for maybe the one by my brother's window, but my mother says that one is diseased. So then I thought, maybe I'll go to the library and make a leaf pile, because its entire yard is covered in crunchy leaves. But then, my mother probably would not let me travel to the library because of my cold (?). Whatever it is. I thought the loss of my voice was a result of the other day. On my way home from school, I was continuously singing "The Devil made me do it. Put the bag on my head. He made me put the bag on my head" as I walked down the street, with of course a bag on my head.
It first started with headaches and sore legs, and ended in the destruction of my voice box.
It hasn't been a pleasant week.
