it’s 4 a.m. i woke up with a start about half an hour ago with strange bits of leftover nightmare dancing around my brain. i can’t remember what it was that had startled me awake. i was gonna listen to the oddly calming lemonheads’ song, but that would require turning on lights and digging through cds. instead i sit here on the couch in the half-dark (the hallway light is on) amazing myself with the very face that i really, really don’t need to see the keys to type.

ha! i wish i could tell my high school counselor. he insisted that i would not get anywhere without a typing class. ha-ha! i am a super fast typer and self taught. he obviously underestimated my typing abilities. of course, when i was in high school typing papers and such was still mostly optional or for extra credit. that boggles my mind. i cannot even imagine sitting down and writing out a paper. yeah, i am that old. in fact when we did have to type a paper, very often we used typewriters. for christmas my sr. in high school i got a swank electric typewriter. i was the envy of most everyone. when i moved into this apartment almost 2 years ago i gave the typewriter to my niece Jaycie, because i thought she might like to play with it. i shoulda kept it because now i think it would be really neat to play with.