So Mike Schlesinger picked me up and we went in and did that DVD/Blu Ray commentary track for that movie I shouldn't name until the DVD/Blu Ray company announces it. It went fine with Mike doing most of the heavy lifting with his play-by-play, and me injecting commentary and coughing. The latter will be erased from the track.
My throat was bothering me and my nose required frequent blowing. After the session, Mike and I went to Canter's Delicatessen and I inhaled a bowl of chicken soup, then he dropped me off at my house, I went to bed and awoke several hours later, sans voice.
No, that's not right. I do have a voice. I just sound like…well, imagine Harvey Fierstein after screaming at top of his lungs for a few hours. I should be fine in a day or so but I'll be spending the rest of today hydrating and napping (not at the same time) but not blogging. I'm going to post a video link then go back to bed. Ciao.