|Sleeping in a car. A looooong time ago.|
I think I know what happened on Monday night. They hired somebody new! That must be it you know, there is no other explanation.
As you may recall I had great trouble sleeping on Monday and actually read in bed (which I never ever do). In the end I did fall asleep only to wake up again far too early and I was quite tired the rest of the day.
Now, I had thought the sandman hadn't come. Wrong! He had come, the new one I mean. But instead of sprinkling the sand in my eyes as he was supposed to do, he sprinkled it in my throat. And ever since Monday night I've had rasping sounds when trying to sleep. On Tuesday I started with a bit of coughing as well. On Wednesday I had a real nice whiskey voice and on Thursday morning it felt like I had sandpaper in my throat. Pure agony!
Since I am writing this a day in advance (ie on Thursday) I am not quite sure how my throat will be and my voice will sound today (ie Friday), but I doubt it will be fine already.
I think the new sandman needs a few more lessons!!!