So. Much. Typing. It's actually really exhausting when you're just typing out from a book for hours. Gets to me. Like too much current in my wires, heating up and burning out, like a lightbulb filament on too high.
You know what else tires me? Romantic imagery that excludes me. Cigarettes, coffee, red wine. Annoys me, a great deal. Because people treat romance as if it's this universal thing, and everyone necessarily must relate to your concept of romance, because if they don't then it might not be real and it threatens people. Which is one reason why I am straight edge, I'm sick of how drugs are seen as necessary for certain kinds of experiences that they really aren't necessary for.
It is quite certain that, if I weren't so boring w/ regards recreational drug use, I probably wouldn't be sitting in the library right now, and I'm probably be far better adjusted (or, possibly, far worse adjusted).
In any case, my proposal is handed in. And it can be found here.
Today I wondered about typing. What does it mean that I'm using both sides of my brain to type, rather than scribing which only uses the left side. Probably not so much, but perhaps something. It might mean more that, on my right hand, I pretty much only use my index finger (and thumb, for space), while on my left hand I use all of my fingers more or less as expected. In addition my left hand covers more of the keyboard than my right, covering Y-H-B. It is also interesting that my right hand is given all of the major punctuation marks save for ! and ".
Getting a bit off-topic today, aren't we?
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