My voice is in jeopardy.
I awoke, caught in a spell that turns me into a frog that speaks in croaks
And no kiss is gonna lift that curse from me.
Even strepsils my new religion is gradually forsaking me-
It's probably not a good idea to go for storytelling today
But it's the best choice in my opinion.
The libraian in charge is a responsible planner who texts me reminders six days in advance; there is no way texting someone like that an hour before the session, saying that I can't make it
Is gonna gonna end well.
I'll just have to force it.
Still, the speech competition
Rehearsals at CCA
.. Am I signing a death certificate right now?
No comments:
Post a Comment