if you wanna sing out...

I'm one of those people that walks down the street singing. Goofy, yes, I'll give you that. But, hey, it's me. Singing brings me joy. Now, there's been only one other time where singing hasn't been possible. What do I mean by this? Well, when I try to reach those higher notes, my voice just sort of disappears. Poof. Just like that. I mean, if I want to sing like a man-- you know, those lower, more manly type notes-- that's not a problem. I'm guessing this problem will soon remedy itself. But for the time being, you might laugh when you hear me. Just ask Sara. We had an audio chat over IM last night, and know she could hear the difference. Ah, that's alright. It is kind of amusing (that is, when I can laugh without hurting my throat).