Nothing better than writing about when you can't write, and end up writing all about it. Or something of that ilk. Love these sorts of things. And hope your temperature has dropped, and the microphone has by now as well. If I was to sing, my neighbors would no doubt call the cops. It's worse than bad.
"Is he making too much noise, ma'am?"
"No, he just sounds TERRIBLE." Get a ticket for sounding like an out of tune fog horn. Large sigh...but at least I'm happy.