Silicon Phantom Limbs

Here I am, sitting in the dark, typing away. I'm using the laptop, but sitting in the chair I normally use for the other computer. Every so often, I reach down to use the mouse, but the cursor doesn't move. The disconnect is jarring until consciousness and brain stem meet, and I reach for the touchpad.

Not only am I sitting in a room with 3 computers (two of which are running) but I've committed mouse use to muscle memory.

And yet I have a girlfriend.

The law of averages holds again.

1 comment:

Cass said...

you are stoopid. and apparently your girlfriend will never be married and will die alone. jerk.