So we had a party last night. It was a good time; not exactly what I expected, but it ended up being really fun. The issue I had, however, was with my speech. It felt the entire night that I was searching for the right words where just a week ago I felt like I had conquered the problem. It felt last night like a lot of my conversations, although topically interesting, felt plasticky and boring to me, and I couldn't figure out why.

So, through incredible scientific reasoning and methoding (you may not find that word in the dictionary, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist, it just hasn't been widely discovered yet), I am trying to deduce the change that has occured in such a short amount of time. I know that something is missing/added that shouldn't be there, and I am starting to wonder if it is writing. Last week I was pouring out copy whenever anybody needed it--what? you need 500 words about the modern hippopatomus? I can do that. You say you would like a two-column profile on a yeti? You've come to the right man. I could write anything last week, and I did it fairly quickly as well. Possibly as a result, I felt like I could also communicate my sentiments concisely and quickly. There was no searching for words or awkward conversation moments (okay, it was just to a lesser degree).

So anyway, I am writing to you today, dear reader, in an attempt to prostitute myself out to writing and see what kind of results I can get. This, in other words, is the most selfish thing I could be doing right now, but I hope you will get at least a bit of insight from it and I will keep you posted.