Monologue

What I am saying is I can feel the shifting in my head. Shifting. Like the driver who has been lying dormant in the passenger seat caught his cue and is pushing it into overdrive. No, overdrive is overused. No one thinks in car metaphors anymore. Oh, OK, I do, but that's because I miss my manual, stick, manual. Gah, too many languages all the same language.

Sometimes I don't know which would be easier, keeping my tongue or changing it out. It seems a rather painful process when I think about it that way--the tongue being the strongest muscle in the body after all--other times it just makes things so easy.

Don't get started on how many hours I spend on the computer. I don't have the patience. OK, you want to know the worst part? I like it. Not all the time, of course, sometimes I loathe it. But the speed at which you can work. It's invigorating. Like driving down a river road, the light through the leaves making it hard to see.