For starters, the little plastic cover over my keyboard, the one that protects the pricey notebook keys from things like sneezes and Cheeto dust (not to mention Cheeto-dust laden sneezes and the occasional Dr. Pepper snort as I tickle the living daylights out of myself) is wearing out. I didn’t mind it so much when the letters began to fade, because, well, peeking is cheating, you know, and I hate to put spell checker out of a job. But now, under the stress of NaNoWriMo, the plastic is stretching. There’s a little bubble or hill that comes up over the G-H nexus. Talk about typos, I’m getting some that are more worthy of a chick with plastic fingernails than a nice, stable, granny-type person like your humble blog hostess.
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