Your Logical Processing is Even Worse Than Mine.

This time, I did not forget my keys. Somehow I still end up at that one place with the yucky space bar.

The host is currently occupied in the lavatory, so I'm sure it's fine if I screw up her computer.

I hate yucky space bars. I blame my lack of neurotic processors. It's MY prefrontal cortex. Not yours.

I'm a Hobo Now.

Can you believe I ABSOLUTELY COULD NOT GET HOME TODAY? Aye, bliddy horrible. Apparently I forgot something called "keys", so now I'm stuck at some stranger's house. {They have wonderful food, by the way. And quite a good Internet connection as well. I think I'm fine.}

ANYWHOO, even though I'm in such rough conditions, I still have loyalty to my blog {I just love being dedicated. *sniff*}. Hm. Being a hobo sure makes me emotional.

{I'm kind of getting tired of listing the names... yah.}

Do you have any idea how horrible this keyboard is? Yuck. The spacebar is like glued to the bottom or something. It's going to take me forever to finish this...

Oh hey look, I'm done.

I SEE AN ENCYCLOPEDIA! MINEEEEE! Teeheehee... :D

Stupidspacebar

Ughmyspacebarisbrokenforrealtoday

AtleastpartofitO_o

AndIhavetosayitabsolutelysucks

SeeinghowInormallypostWITHthespacebar

THISWASANEWCOMPUTERTOO!

Gah.

Somebodydidgthistome.

Somebody...

WellIguessI'lljusthavetopressitreallyhard..

Atleastpartofit w o r k s.

{Butofcourseittakesasuperlongtime.}