I feel sleepy. And I have not much to say. Except someone is harassing me to update. Not that I have nothing to complain about, except even I'm sick of hearing my own complaints. Ergo, you must be sick of hearing them too.Typing on this ancient keyboard is really awkward. Backspace is so tiny, and I make too many errors while typing, so backspace is not unimportant. I want a new keyboard, but since this one works perfectly fine (and I daresay it;s rather durable too, considering how it's survived so long), I'd feel rather guilty purchasing another keyboard simply because it feels better typing with it. I'll probably adjust to this one soon enough. It's just painful how I have to press so hard on each key for it to register. Typing = effort now. I swear the key sinks a whole inch when I press it down.
So uh... I spent time outside today, A rare occurrence, considering how I have my computer and books to indulge in. I helped my mother in the garden, though she did not appear very appreciative, and is convinced that I only did as I was told because she was getting angry. I... really miss the company of sensible people, who understand my pains.
I'm rather resigned, I'd say. There really is nothing I can do. And if I can't solve the problem, talking about it won't help either.
Struggle is futile.
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