9.2.2012

I haven’t written in the longest time. Perhaps at such a juncture it would be appropriate to rely on inelegant cliches. My tongue feels like lead in my mouth, she wrote. Metaphorically, of course, because it is my fingers which are sounding these words out as I pretend to importantly type meaning in the Squire Law Library. I feel guilty for abusing such hallowed spaces for such trivial pursuits. I should at least stop using their electricity.

This started as an experiment because I wanted to see how my voice has changed in 2 years. This again is non-literal, though I will admit this comfortable resort to speech references in writing does slightly worry. It is not just my finger-tongues which feel unused; my real one hasn’t had much fun recently either. Cambridge makes me feel like I have to think thrice (here I pause - is this even a word?) before saying anything… Remember, Victoria, can’t look stupid here. We have standards.