If you knew now what you knew then

My throat is absolutely shot. Cigarette smoke + eight hours of cheerful fast food clerking + air conditioner = no happy Jeannie throat. I can't even yawn without erupting in coughs. Hopefully I'll heal up by tomorrow, lest several Yoyogi-Uehara McDonald's customers are greeted by a Tom-Waits-voiced tiny white girl tomorrow. So, uh, no talking for the rest of the day.

Also, when I close my eyes to go to bed at night, I need to not see lines and lines and lines of people behind a McDonald's counter needing to be served. Oh, I had a dream that it snowed. In Tokyo. In July. In the heat.

I made some They Might Be Giants icons today, and posted them to tmbg_icons.

I'm gonna go get some water. Why am I so cranky?