I'm upset. This morning, when driving to school, I decided to wake up my voice by belting out loud segments from "I, Comma". Because phlem is a fact of life for a singer (especially a marginally sick one), I had my Kleenex ready. To my horror, I saw blood. Okay, not a lot of blood. Actually a rather small amount of blood, but still enough to scare the pants off me. I went to Mrs. Glaros' room (my voice teacher) after our assembly, and she suggested that I talk to a vocal doctor, as I could possibly have hemmoraging in my vocal cords. Just dandy. Fortunately, this only happens when I try to sing, oddly enough. I called my mom, and she made an appointment for Wednesday. In the meantime, I'm trying not to talk much.

And that, Mrs. McCullough, is why I'm missing your class the day after tomorrow.

This makes me even more annoyed that all my singing auditions are in the next two weeks. Am I going to have any time at all to heal? Fortunately, because Mrs. Glaros is the one auditioning me for "Dido and Aeneas" (she already has me pegged as a Sorceress, I believe), she'll understand my inability to squawk out an audition piece. And Mr. Blaydes has heard me sing before, so I still might get a reasonable role in his musical, but I can never be sure. I think I'll drown my sorrows in pizza. I've been craving Domino's deep dish canadian bacon and black olive for about two months.