CHAPTER 1
He found himself uttering words again, except he was not uttering them. Every time he opened his mouth, such as to yawn or sigh, words that had never entered his brain spilled out unexpectedly. Mostly they were nonsense, or at least nonsensical to him. For example, this morning while bending over for the paper, his grunt immediately segued into the guttural proclamation that 'A terse curse rehearsed in blank verse is perversely worse if coerced." He raised an eyebrow, but nothing more. He was used to it all.
But today was different. While seated on the couch, wondering what to do with the next hour of his life, he stated, with a confidence that surprised him, "I think I'll do bugger all today."