misery

Hello. How are you? Me? I'm me,and I'm fine. You are? ... You don't say? And I really mean you don't say, because you haven't said a WORD since I began this blog! Before I go on, I should point out that my previous posts were actually done by my typist, and thus have an undoubtedly more polished look to them. And yes, I really do have a typist; one who is vastly more skilled with computers and one who could have easily figured out how to implement italics in the words "really do". But me? I am quite displeased with my current inability to accentuate the words in this text with italics and so forth. Hopefully I will have typing assistance again, sometime soon. The only reason I'm taking the typing duties into my own hands this time is that my typist is unavailable at this time, and I realize that blogs don't work when there is no text. anus Ignore the word, or what appears to be a word, on the left. 'Tis not really a word, but a fracture on your computer screen... Atleast, it is on mine, and since I am the standard by which all men must be percieved, it must be on yours, as well. My word, has it really been somewhere in the neighborhood of ten minutes since I began writing this post? I believe it has, and all due to my abominable typing skills.Well,I really would've liked to have typed more-and I could have,and indeed am but only to finish this sentence-but it would be a laborius task for my uncoordinated fingers,plus the hot air register is blowing practically right on me at this desk,furthering it,s master scheme of afflicting me with perhaps irreversable B.O. And blast it,I used a comma where there should have been a different puncuation mark whos spelling eludes me at the moment! Don't you just hate mondays?...and tuesdays?...and the five other days? I know I do. But then, who am but a failing blogger?