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May 19, 2010
when i could talk i wanted nothing more than to be able to sing. now i can't talk anymore and all i want is to be able to speak.

"well don't it always seem to go
that you don't know what you've got till it's gone
they paved paradise,
put up a parking lot."

my friend rav, an attending physician at the local hospital, texts me that he'll make me a cure.

"i don't think it's ever gonna come back," i reply to him.

"indian cure: trial and error x4000 years," he sends.

"sounds reliable," i type on my blackberry.