i sound like redd foxx

throat still thrashed. still gargling razorblades. doesn't matter. too much to do. i have to write, record, and master a brass band march by TOMORROW. ironically, i've never written a march before. i only received the project on monday, and due to many other conflicting issues, and my very untimely illness, i haven't even started it yet. i am going to try to get an extension to this deadline. i can certainly finish by tomorrow, but i know that i for one will HATE WHAT I COME UP WITH. on top of that, the stress and exertion will also inevetably make me sicker. hopefully the producer will understand -- normally i would prefer to make this kind of request in person, but he's in england, so i can really only communicate with him through email. i suppose i could try to call him on the phone, but it's hard to turn on the soft soap when your voice sounds like septic death. we'll see what happens...