Abortive attempt

Why did I even post this?

Remember that blog entry I wrote from my bed with my laptop because I was sick of sitting in front of the computer? My mom remembered that article too, and she got me a wireless keyboard and mouse for Christmas. So now I'm sitting in bed watching TV and also typing. I can't actually read what I'm typing, but it's okay; I can touchtype. Thanks, Mom.

Sad news on the TV today. This is going to be one of those entries where I just write whatever comes into my mind. A couple of local college students were killed in a car accident nearby. "I was shocked. I just talked to her this afternoon." I didn't catch who said that, but it was a woman. Could have been the girl's mother. I can't imagine that. It must be so hard to deal with, loosing someone you love so suddenly. Such a huge, painful change in your life, just because of a busted traffic light...

I wish there was something I could do to protect myself and my family from that kind of pain, but it's all so random. A big truck just comes barrelling off the interstate, hits the little Volvo going through the intersection where there's supposed to be a traffic light, and you're done. Game over, and your loved ones' lives are never the same again.

That wasn't what was on my mind when I opened up this page; it's just what was on the news when I started typing. I'm going to have to carefully proofread this, by the way. I'm sure there are all sorts of typos over there on the monitor that I can't read. I wonder if using a wireless keyboard that broadcasts my keystrokes so the receiver on the desk can pick them up is a good idea. Security, you know. You don't need access to my computer to install a key logger; you can set one up in the apartment below me and listen in if you have the right frequency.

I suppose you'll want to know what was on my mind when I started this blog.

Everywhere I look around me I see Sex. I watched half of the recap-thingy of Gray's Anatomy last night, and 90% of it was about the sex lives of the various characters.

I'm having a hard time talking about this and I'm not sure why. Could it be I'm embarrassed by the subject matter? Or maybe it's what I have to say about it. Well, I started this blog to get my thoughts out there, so here it goes.

II think it's been at least ten minutes since I wrote that last line up there. I'm not going to have time to proofread this before bed. I guess I'll wind up posting it tomorrow.

Another five minutes just went by. But unlike therapists, JoeUser doesn't charge by the hour.

Oh, to hell with this. I have to get up in the morning, which means I can't spend all night staring into space with a keyboard on my lap.. Maybe I'll be able to say this some other time.

(On the upside, I did have time to read over the article and run a spell check before I posted it.)

Update: I continued this line of thought the next day.

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