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Going To Lighten the Mood Some

Via my facebook feed between 1 and 2AM Tuesday into Wednesday.

DO YA’LL KNOW HOW AWESOME IT IS TO HAVE THE CAPS LOCK ON YOUR KEYBOARD STUCK IN THE ON POSITION? WHAT’S THAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOUR ANSWER OVER MY YELLING. WAIT, YOU SAY YOU DON’T? WELL NOW YOU MIGHT. ALSO, CONGRATS ON NOT BEING A TEENAGE GIRL OR AN INTERNET TROLL. (COME ON LIKE THEY KNOW HOW TO TURN CAPS LOCK OFF. GRANTED I DON’T SEEM TO KNOW HOW TO TURN IT OFF SO I’M GOING TO GO CRAWL AWAY INTO A HOLE NOW.) AND YES, SHIFT KEY. YOU TRY TYPING WHILE CONSTANTLY PUSHING IT DOWN. QUICKLY AND EFFICIENTLY. AT LEAST MY TYPING NOW REFLECTS MY NORMAL VOICE VOLUME. ANYWAY, TIME TO DISMANTLE THE KEYBOARD. WONDER WHICH KID SPILLED WHAT.

(My friend in response): I LOVE YOUR FACE, WOMAN!

WHAT’S THAT! I CAN’T HEAR YOUR SHOUTING OVER MY SHOUTING! I HEAR WHISPERS ARE THE BEST METHOD. THE PERSON YOU ARE WHISPERING TO HAS TO LOWER THEIR VOICE BECAUSE DUDE WHY ARE YOU WHISPERING WHILE I’M SHOUTING AND DO YOU REALLY THINK I CAN HEAR YOU? (ALSO, LOVE YOUR FACE TOO!)

OH HEY. PRIED OFF THE CAPS LOCK. CLEANED AROUND IT. STILL SHOUTING. TRYING AGAIN IN MORNING. BUT… ANYONE HAVE A SPARE, IT CAN BE CRAPPY AS HELL, KEYBOARD? SEEMS I HAVE A SHOUTING PROBLEM THAT WILL GET OLD REAL FAST, I’M SURE.

HOLD UP. GENIUS THOUGHT. SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. IT’S LIKE 2AM AND I JUST SPENT 5 HOURS WATCHING TWILIGHT ON DVD. BRAIN CELLS WENT THE WAY OF THE LEMMING, IS WHAT I’M SAYING. BUT I’M GUNNA RESTART MY COMP. WHILE I DOUBT IT WILL FIX THE CAPS LOCK ITSELF, I SHOULD GET STUCK IN AN INDOOR VOICE. HITTING SHIFT ONCE PER SENTENCE IS A LOT MORE REALISTIC THAN KEEPING IT PRESSED. AH THE DRAMA AT 1:30AM. SO MUCH FUN.

Well, at least something worked as it should. I’ll mess with the rest later. And shift key is my friend, in realistic moderation.

Keyboard fixed. Only had to dismantle a small percentage of it. Even got all the keys put back in the right order. And oh how I wish I could say that order was alphabetical order, but not even I am that dumb. Or OCD. Almost that OCD, but smart enough to realize why that OCD rearranging wouldn’t work as planned.

And scene!

And that was last night’s (nearly) 1 (wo)man scene.  Ah the life that is mine.  You only wish you could be as epic as I am.  You. Only. Wish.

One Comment

  1. Comment by Elbert Stradling:

    Wammy, am I ever happy I arrived to your blog. Thorough information!

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