thursday the thirteenth

I bought a typer. I've been typing daily. Sometimes I scan these pages and upload them to a flickr account. Sometimes I don't. Here is a page I typed today. I felt like posting it here would make it more important, I really don't know. It feels good to type. Those little lettered hammers hitting against paper, I have all the power in the world. Mostly I just talk to myself when I type. Some kind of journaling, some kind of soul-searching, some kind of honest-to-god-truth. This page is pretty ugly, content and physical appearance alike. I make mistakes, I use correction tape. I recycle all papers, now. That's something, right?

So here. Enlarge it: