full recovery. well, almost full. my voice seems to have been switched w/ that of some guy: i've been speaking in his range all day. sarcasm becomes difficult when you lack the subtle intonations. i hope wherever he is (whoever he is) he's using my inflections for all they're worth. also singing loudly, spontaneously, in public, which i only wish i could do. the best i can do is croak.
mentally better too, you'll be i'm sure gratified to hear. but we're losing patience w/ rick, our landlord, and his refusal to give us back hot water. he turned it off b/c of a leak in the basement (three floors below us). the situation is getting dire. our dishes have piled intimidatingly high b/c rebecca insists we have to wash w/ hot water; we none of us have showered, and while i can at least tie my hair back and cover it w/ scarves, the boys perpetually look like someone has just shouted "boo!"
about to go see the birds for film class. i'm trying not to think about the huge quantities of work i have to do for this week. i'm accomplishing it task by task, looking forward only to the next hour. if i can keep this up thru friday, i will not only remain sane, but will be very proud of myself.
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