A moment of self-reference

...and when I click the enter key with my pinkie, the PDA/phone/camera takes a picture.

This is the second night running I've managed to shoe-horn in a couple of hours for writing. It's been productive. I now have a couple of stories I have to push up to a larger machine so I can sneer at the grammar and spelling recommendations of a serious word processor. And, more importantly, get a word count so I can see if I am actually well and truly done with the two new stories. Both of which are due tomorrow in order to hit the more-than-generous submission deadline.

I could, you know, just count the words by hand, or something low-fi like that. But you'll notice that's a beer glass in the upper right-hand quadrant of the picture. Beer + math = do it again sober if you want to trust the answer. Not much point right now.

Anyway, maybe I'll be able to spare a few neurons for some Microhappies after tomorrow's punkin-slaughter. I've been missing them.

The keyboard is starting to get a bit flaky. Maybe because I've been sitting on it. It takes ten or twenty minutes of threatening the thing with a pen-knife to get the u i o p keys and the right half of the spacebar and the down and right arrow keys to feel like working. Time to start pricing a replacement.

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