English. Yes, it’s back. Hurray! No more trying to figure out how to say something in Spanish that I had thought of in English. Yes, I do that all the time. It’s sad really, but this is what happens when you leave a little kid in front of the TV for the first 7 years of her life ’cus it’s easier than talking to said little kid and engage her in something other than American television. As stated, it’s sad and quite possibly pathetic. I’m however usually okay with having so much of the fun parts of my brain hardwired for English, if not for this 'Outside World’ issue where it would be nice if I could write and read in my native language without feeling like a complete spaaz.