This post is old, so what you see here may not reflect my current opinion and mindset, certain information may be outdated, and links may be broken.
Had a bad day, but hanging out with Jeff made me feel better.
My voice is dead. I’ve screamed myself out today at No Rae. I’m gonna have a sore throat tomorrow. Goody for me.
Apparently I’ve reached the “pitch” while singing Papa Roach’s Last Resort. Or so Jeff said. And it apparently scared him.
My poor voice… but I do miss No Rae. Jeff, we need to go there more often, PRONTO.