You can have style, you can have the best clothing, you can have the perfect haircut, but without voice you´re nothing. I have lost my voice yesterday, during the cold city walk with children. Did I mention I work in museum and such walks are implied into my civilian duties? Therefore it is a work injury. I can only whisper or produce these tiny donald duck-like noises, which in fact is very funny for all the people around. My friend called me this morning and he begged "tell me something more!" which was strange, ´cause he never wants me to speak, he only wants me to listen. That´s it. I´m bored now, sitting in my bed with scarf around my neck (which adds a little emo-feeling in this yet unhappy situation), and have nothing to do. I usually don´t write journals. But now writing is my only way how to express something. That´s sick.