I am putzing around here on my blog because I have developed a method for not having to start all over each time I go over five errors--I save my work frequently--which sounds logical and not like much of a problem---but the program we do our writing in is extremely quirky, and will not let me back in to write in it right away, on the same file I was working in. So I have to close it out and give it a few minutes, then go back. With thirty groups of ten sentences x saving more and more frequently as I get nearer (ever so slowly) to the end--you may see why I am growing crosseyed and battier as the night progresses.
Many bugs smell bad.
Together with the slow progress and late hour, it is all a bit surreal. I am on sentence number 18 of 30. I am on my third attempt to get the bug sentence right. the letter "B" when written at the beginning of a sentence requires the depression of two keys at once. I keep getting the pressure a little off.
Now it is four times. Sorry bugs. I can't seem to get past you smelling bad. Not all of you, but many.
Many Court Reporting students are in need of therapy.
I finally made it past the bugs. If I could only get to the lard. (Those are the last ones. I can't wait to fill that big, red mug with lard. Oh happy day, or night as it may be).
I miss being involved with all of you--pray that I might emerge from this with a marketable skill and some shred of sanity left over.