Chatterboxy

I talked so much today. I literally talked nonstop since I arrived at work, at anybody who would listen, and anybody who said anything worth replying to. I talked after work, to the tattoo artist for about 30 minutes. I went to D's house to drop off his iPod and books and talked at him for about an hour. I talked on the phone on the way to my parents' place to S, who is in New York City at the moment, for another half-hour, until my dad came home and we went out to dinner... At which I talked. Pretty much endlessly. About everything. I discussed the merits of Chopin's styles of ending piano pieces and contrasted them with Debussy's. I talked about my wild dreams of becoming a dnb producer. I talked about the different types of truffles I've been craving. Talked about human nature and the function of careers, wedding cakes, Maru the cat, caramel apple-flavored candy corns, etc. Over coffee and Entenmann's coffee cake I talked some more.

Then I left and talked to S on the phone again, and then to DD - to whom I provided a play-by-play description of my actions. Ex. "I'm walking into my building. Now I'm opening the door to my apartment. HI JESPER! HI KITTY KITTY KITTY KITTY! WUB WUB WUB!"

Seems like all I've done for the last month is talk, seriously. To all and sundry.

My voice hurts!

I've also been writing some exceptional poetry; just ask RH. ;)