In a state
of inebriation... a drunken
plodding replaces smooth keystrokes.
Fingertips jab
at the keyboard.
A determined,
deliberate plunking of keys transcribing splintered ideas.
Plunk,
plonk, plunk, plunk, space bar, plunk plonk plonk, punctuation mark.
[Followed by
a feeling of smug superiority for remembering to insert punctuation.]
Validation
of ego—that’s all drunken pc usage is.
Then, the curious evaluation the morning after—one is either humbled or emboldened by the words filed the
night before... And not a
little thankful that it was saved it as a document, versus sent out as an
email or blog post.
Breathalyzers should come standard with these machines...