Monday

Sick of being Perfect

Seeing that I now know the tiniest amount of computer-y techno stuff, I've developed a love/hate relationship it, that I can do without. Really. I'm a writer. I'll take a keyboard.

Something (and I tried to figure out what, ha!) went haywire with my beloved regular computer. So I'm writing on my laptop. No problem, right? Wrong! Regular computer - suited for my diplopia, photophobia, sensitive eyes. My beloved laptop screen is the sun, from a foot away.

Corey Hart, remember this song? "I wear my sunglasses at night so I can so I can... write!" I of course included the word 'write'.

Recently I blogged that I appreciate the perfection of current computer necessaties. Just goes to show, nothing is perfect. Perhaps beloved regular computer got sick of being perfect. Who can blame it?

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