*Insert hoarse, raspy voice here.*

[lantairvlea]

Gah. Evil. My throat is so furgen soar. I can hardly swallow, actually, I can swallow, just not without pain. Mrr. I might just come home after A-hour. The only reason I'm going is to take the demon test. Ten I need to hoff it to my 4th hour to get my rough draft signed so I don't loose a percentage off of my finished essay, not that m rough draft really is worth anything, it's rather crappy and I've written better two years ago. Ah well. *dissapears now.* Must gargle more salt and baking soda water . . .mrrr.