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I woke up with a burning ache to use a new word at some point today. I just can't seem to work it into normal speech, you know? I've been trying to bend each conversation that way, but I end up so stilted and unexpected, slowly rolling the boulder of my mind closer to my goal. None of my discussions seems to last quite long enough. Maybe towards bedtime I'll just call a 511 number and blurt it out, hang up, and turn out the lights to sit in darkness.
It's okay. I'm used to it. It happened yesterday with "polyamory" and the day before with "interregnum." I get a new word every day. Now I've got a new one: I guess it's "quotidian."