The Future's Not Ours To See

Current Song: "Que Sera Sera" -- Doris Day

I have developed pretty much full-on laryngitis. I postponed my job interview today because it is a phone interview and I'm pretty sure that's not going to work out. I also have to call Therese at noon and prove that I genuinely can't speak, which shouldn't be too hard, since this shit just got real.

I'm constantly waffling between being too warm or too cold and it's very uncomfortable all the time. God, just let this phone call get over with. I can't stand the pressure.