I'll be honest, I'm a little lonely, and spending this early morning trying to hammer out the stickiness from that mango tea incident I had earlier this week.
Yes, I really did just sit down with joy and glee looking forward to getting my keyboard ungunked.
I remember once I dismantled the thing just to deep clean it.
I mean, there's nothing SPECIAL about a standard USB keyboard with volume control and media options (that I don't use) and some mystery lock function. Black, erganamic unsplit, but uuh... y'know.
She's seen em through a few things, and several projects.
I'll probably have to pop the cover off this thing again.
That'll be an afternoon well wasted.
Well... I can't help it. What other keyboard has a worn out S from my hours and hours of PC gaming (its a good homerow for the movement and hotkeys for mckilling pretty standard stuff)
And the hours and hours of pecking out gibberish like this.
Maybe I just don't want to spend 10$ on something fixable.
When I'm dead broke.
And would rather spend that on breakfast.
But... yeah.
I'm lonely, if my closest personal attachment is an input device.
Does that mean I miss my ex
oh HO no.
I've even met a couple half-interesting women with potential recently, but I'm hellbent on getting the fuck out of my city. No real point getting lovey. I dunno if I'll ever be one of those casual fuckers either. and this nonsensical typing isn't working the stick out of my keyboard. I'm gonna get my screwdriver.
[Edit]
An hour later and my keyboard is unstickified... and devoid of a rather pride instilling hair/dead skin ball.
Yeah, gross. It's been about a year.
I unscrewed everything, popped this and that off, and ripped EVERY SINGLE key off and soaked it in hot soapey water and went over every surface, sprayed windex...
I'm going to turn something COMPLETELY mundane and boring into a poem.
Just sit and watch.
Maybe later.
After I ogle some naked.
and take a nap.