Following last Thursday's bartender thingy, I've found myself growing slight hoarse. Not full-on laryngitis, no voice, just a slight rasp when I'm talking.
Of course, this just lends itself to attempting to channel Blake Schwarzenbach by blasting Jawbreaker (as well as Hot Water Music) whilst I drive around town, probably looking quite the fool singing at the top of my lungs in the car.
Not that it helps the voice at all. It's just kinda fun.