It is hard not to take writing to a completely identifiable place, potentially closing off any conversational gestures to be fully interpreted by me and only me. I know where I stand and where others stand in conjunction with me, but I am not sure that it is necessarily easy to translate where I want to from where I am, how I am, what my voice is. I find that inside jokes aren’t only made with friends around; read a piece of your writing, and I’m sure you’ll find a fragment or run-on that only means something to you.
With that said, this day warrants a day of buffoonery. I need to sit back and let the mind put itself together on my computer and then completely abandon it for a few weeks. It’s weird to hear how a voice has changed in such a short amount of time.