Talking

To God: I always seem to do this most when I am feeling most nervous or peaceful. During the day, not as much as I should.
To Sarah Bee: It's hard to know what to say in some instances, and in others, it's almost too easy... Like we have a script already... hmmm....
To Parents: Snork. Weeeell...
To Julien: A lot easier than it used to be! Thank goodness; I was beginning to think there was something wrong with me.
To Cole: Also a lot easier, but it was never exactly difficult to talk to Cole. He still talks the same way: "The skunk in the tree is wearing a party hat... mwahahahaha!"
To Jacques: Talk? Did you say talk?
To Miss Kristyn: Different. Now I can say important things.
To Pascal: Better, I think, although I couldn't tell you how.
To Noah: Same as ever.
To Hannah: Different. More uncomfortable.
To Mo: The same, but I notice how often we disagree now.

In other news, I have a headache because my contacts and I am trying to think of a reasonable sentence where I could use the word pudenda. I have also spent the last few days researching profanity in my new book, "Daily Life in the 1800s".