i am not panicking.
i am breathing. in, out. in, out.
i am breathing when i ought to be driving really fucking fast while finishing my coffee & smoking too many cigarettes & singing really loud & passing that slow fucker there & ... so forth.
ok, yeah, panicking. anything else would mean i wasn't paying attention.
ok so it's this cool compaq notebook laptop whatever dealymathinger here & i've never actually touched a working laptop before so i'm a little bit in a new different whole wide wonderful world of whatthefuck as far as the way my fingers are configured to work keys & mice & things & sure i have regular old meeces & keyboards in my car but that would be cheating i'm having i'm feeling this need to get good at doing it this newdifferent way it seems the way of my future what with the portability & so forth. have i mentioned it's on the internet? because it is. on the internet. my internet. mine.
(aside: my sincerest apologies to those of you on dialups i had no idea.)
but the fact that i have a cool working computer at my unskilled thus far fingertips & furthermore said cool computer is on the internet even slowly has me about way too happy like bursting into tears of flame happy. now i am well on my way to drunk for unrelated reasons having to do with my daughter & bloody mary mix & vodka & red plastic cups & kinko's parking lot so this figuring out how to use this extrafancy mousepad (it is a scrollmousepad!) & the different keyboard entirely thingy what an adventure what a perfect perfect friday night.
