Part two: Saturday morning, and the aftermath of a poorly written entry settles in...
Back on the air again to formally apologize for the atrocity that is my writing. Every other line is misspelled and I pressed send anyway. I am a poor stupid bastard. Correction: poor stupid MISSPELLING bastard. There are no excuses....
well actually...
I think it has to do with the fact that I have sprouted vienna sausages for fingers because I can't type worth shit on this keyboard o' mine.
I swear that I type just fine...brilliantly even...and then I get to this one, the one that I own, and all hell breaks loose. Does anyone else have this problem. No, perhaps not. Only me. Working on a Mac is going to take me a while. More musings to come provided that I don't chick the whole damn set up across the room.
-the end-
well actually...
I think it has to do with the fact that I have sprouted vienna sausages for fingers because I can't type worth shit on this keyboard o' mine.
I swear that I type just fine...brilliantly even...and then I get to this one, the one that I own, and all hell breaks loose. Does anyone else have this problem. No, perhaps not. Only me. Working on a Mac is going to take me a while. More musings to come provided that I don't chick the whole damn set up across the room.
-the end-