I'm afraid to type anything.
See, this is it. The post I wrote about the other day. The one that isn't supposed to be edited. At all. No spelling, grammar, or usage changes. So far, so good. Oh, who am I kidding? I'dhave probably scrapped that begginning. Nice spelling there, C. You know, I think I still harbor ill feeling toward the girl who sat next ti me in 9th grade typing calss. I'm not kidding, this girl typed 70 wpm on her IBM Selectric. With no errors. I would see the little ball on her machine move across her page like a blur. And I'd struggle to find the homerow. So you see, any angst I'm feeling now is Marsha's fault. Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!
I just lost my traing of thought since I heard Alex in his bed wimpering... That's right, wimpering. That's all it took for me to get up from this agony that is writing without a net. So I went in and got some baby hugs and now this is slightly easier to take. My skin is almost not crawling! And did I mention that this is totally honest? I know it is hard to make you believe, but those who know me believe I'm telling the truth here: no editing watsoever has been done to this post so far. If you don't b I mean, know me, then you have probably stopped reading by now and have moved on to something less painful to read...
I think I can sufficiantly sleep tonight now. Knowing that one naggin post has been accomplished. Good riddance...and I think I speak for most of ou. You! Crap. Goodnight.
Selectric Girl is probably not happy with today's computers. They can correct spelling as you type (or "key"), and that kinda ruins the pride of typing 60 or so WPM without error.
Oops, Christine, you made Mama type a bad word. I don't want to be youuuuuu.
I wonder waht Selectri gurl is dooing now? (Feel better? I mess up, too.)
I shouldn't make Selectric Girl sound so bad; she was actually very nice and we were friends. She just made me feel like c...uh, bad about my typing.
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