Today's big excitement was going down to street level but not far, just to the laundromat to pick up some clothes my roommate had run down for me a few days ago. I also picked up medicine (Dayquil cough syrup rather than Nyquil this time, so hopefully I'll be a little less loopy) and stopped by the local Chinese shop for grilled chicken + white rice. Only my voice is still wonky - I no longer sound like a frog, but I am squeaking every third word. I guess they misheard me because they gave me this fried tofu crud with French Fries. Too rough to swallow even if it didn't taste like fried cardboard, so there's $6 wasted. I also picked up a pastry for my neighbor, asked for a chocolate eclair but they heard custard and gave me that.
I think this is better, but it still feels really icky. :-S