Sunday, December 1, 2013
I Kid You Not
Last night, I had a dream about pig latin. A very lucid, very real dream that when I arose this morning, I suddenly felt the knowledge and skill tuck safely within my mental file cabinet, as if learning a language was like buying a pound of tomatoes at the market. Just to make sure, I checked online to self-test and consequently discovered that I am officially a speaker of the dialect, albeit amateurishly. The years will provide the proficiency for which I heretofore await. ife-lay is-ay ood-gay!
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