Ah, it's inside my head. What a good place for it. And how handy. I have only to reach my hand in and rummage around for a week or so and - voila! - something falls out and rolls onto the ground.
Not that I'm feeling Shakespearean, really; it's just that there are so few occasions to use the word 'egad' in general conversation. And the tendency to get carried away is hard to avoid. It's part of that whole stream-of-consciousness thing that makes some people so difficult to follow in conversation. Well, not the like-minded individuals but some people. You know who you are.
It's like rhyming things unintentionally. You feel that you are speaking in an especially coherent and articulate fashion when, suddenly, you notice listeners falling about with hilarity, and realize you've adopted a certain cadence in your speech that harkens one to the Dr. Suess School of Reading. It can be demoralizing but it is necessary to carry on, to remain strong, to be up and gone. Crap. It's unavoidable.
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