Oysters, Sushi, My Voice...

“Things that are raw!”

My voice has been scratchy and approaching sore for the last two days. I went to bed hoping there’d be some improvement, but no such luck. If anything, it’s gotten worse.

I sound like I’ve been screaming my head off for days. My voice is raspy, weak, whatever you’d like to call it, because I’m not going to call it a damn thing. At least not out loud.

I don’t think I’m sick, per se, just in a bad way vocally. That, and I feel dehydrated as all hell. I’ve been drinking glass after glass of water, not that it helps much. I had some tea yesterday afternoon, but the cafeteria didn’t have any honey.

Tonight’s rehearsal for Assassins should be interesting-- I play Sam Byck: a loud, obnoxious blowhard. That can’t talk. Right.

Crap.

The good news, such as it is, is that I don’t have another voice-over gig scheduled until this time next week. But I gotta take better care of my voice. This is ridiculous.