Buzzing In My Lap.

It's a typewriter, man.

And electric typewriter.

It's like I'm getting closer to having a computer, but it's till a typewriter.

A worthwhile hybrid.

Man, I dunno.

Does it get better than this?

It's the right font, it's the right size....and I hardly have to do anything.

It's like the Gods of writing are pushing me forward.

Well, they aren't.

It's an electric motor, not celestial beings.

And it's making the type write quicker than ever before.

It's getting hard to procrastinate.

It's getting hard to want anything more.

A good evil.