What I did today: read some more remixes, did two loads of white laundry (will do three loads of darks tomorrow, since otherwise I will be out of clean pants on Monday... no wait, I could finish hemming the black jeans I bought two months ago... but anyway, enough tangent), and walked into town to buy Chinese takeout for dinner on the theory that exercise and fresh air are good for me.
My cold has moved down into my throat and lungs, which means I am coughing a lot and my voice is deep and scratchy as if I were a heavy smoker. Sometimes I can still sing while in that state, which is kind of fun since I can get up to three whole steps below the normal bottom of my vocal range, but mostly my voice just goes horribly out of tune on account of my vocal cords being all coated in disgusting yick and whatnot. Bleh.
On the bright side, I can breathe through my nose again! (Well, half the time. Which is an awful lot better than none of the time, so I will take it.)
My cold has moved down into my throat and lungs, which means I am coughing a lot and my voice is deep and scratchy as if I were a heavy smoker. Sometimes I can still sing while in that state, which is kind of fun since I can get up to three whole steps below the normal bottom of my vocal range, but mostly my voice just goes horribly out of tune on account of my vocal cords being all coated in disgusting yick and whatnot. Bleh.
On the bright side, I can breathe through my nose again! (Well, half the time. Which is an awful lot better than none of the time, so I will take it.)