more brain squiggles

(sometimes I think tiny, morbid thoughts when I am screwing up, like, “What if, when I am hitting the control-comma key combo instead of the shift-comma key combo as I was supposed to be doing to open that tag, someone somewhere is forced to suffer some physically painful injustice as a result?” I guess thinking things like that tends to make me a better typist. I think. Maybe.

Or maybe my high school typing teacher, the Immaculate Mrs. –in Mississippi pronounced ‘MIZ-ruhz’– Hughes, with her creamy cocoa skin and her forties pin-up* hair, did a royal number on me in class, somehow sneakily connecting proper striking of the keys with Negative Reinforcement and I just wasn’t psychologically strong enough to fend it off.)