Did I forget my one hundred words for today?
No, I didn’t, chuckle-head. And I still have fifty minutes or so before this day is over on my end. It was just a busy day. What with work and being the dungeon master for our neighborhood Dungeons and Dragons game and spilling beer all over my laptop, I had a lot going on, okay? Cut a guy some slack.
I did get a new keyboard for my working from home setup, so I got that going for me. Only took me five years to finally pull the trigger on the one I wanted as well. It takes up less precious desktop real estate.
My previous keyboard lasted about twelve years. Not too shabby. So I bought the updated version of that keyboard, though at this point even the updated version isn’t the newest and greatest. But it is to me. Hopefully, it will last me another twelve years.
Wow, and with that, we are well over one hundred words. Take that, self-appointed, meaningless rule. I’ll show you who’s the boss, and it isn’t Tony Danza. I will up that meaningless mile marker to two hundred in a week, I think. Breath-taking, I know. It’s like watching Hamlet for the first time.
By the way, I just googled Tony Danza to make sure I spelled his name correctly. That fucker is seventy years old. Which means I’m … nope. Move along, nothing to see here.