Last night I popped a few keys off of my keyboard in order to see just how much filth had built up in there over the past four years, and because the Y key was sticking. Beneath the keys was an assortment of vile things, much of which I managed to extract, but upon replacing the keys, some of them stuck even worse than the original offender. I knew I shouldn't have fucked around, but that's what I get: now my typing speed is a joke, because I have to pound the space bar hard just to get it to work.
On the plus side, I'm drinking beer from a WWI canteen cup and listening to the all-around gorgeous Cerys Matthews.
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