SQUEAKY MC SQUEAKERTON

I have been sick. And not with the ‘Oh let's lounge in bed reading Tin Tin magazines while eating fruity pops’ kind of sick. It was more the ‘Oh let's contemplate death’ variety. It was truly the illness of the decade for me. For six consecutive days cycled in and out of fevered delirium. My friend Jane bought me a date bar and it sat on my counter unmolested for five whole days which is highly unusual. Now those demons have passed and I am left with some kind of strange bronchial coating that makes my voice squeak.

I liked my old voice. I was an alto and I could project my voice when I needed to. Now when I lecture in class, I sound like a 12 year old boy.