Not a Paid Promotion

     Sometimes I wonder if I'm really as introverted as I think I am.  And then we have eight people join our usual five on what I anticipated to be a quiet Sunday and I realize that I'm even more introverted than I think I am.
     Anyway, that has nothing to do with what I'm about to write, but now you know.
     Today, I would like to tell you a story.
     It was Friday night.  My roommates were all out with guys, and I was thoroughly enjoying Lord of the Rings.  They slowly trickled back to the apartment, and my dear roommate Hannah soon arrived.
     We got to talking, as we're wont to do, and soon the conversation turned to keyboarding.  As usually occurs when the conversation pops up, my mind wandered back to third grade, when we used Dance Mat Typing to learn how to type properly.  I, however, had misunderstood some of my teacher's instructions, so every time we went to the computer lab to practice, I started at the beginning instead of continuing from where I'd left off.  This meant I did the home row lesson an inordinate amount of times.  Eventually, though, I was set on the right path.
     I told Hannah this story, and then looked up Dance Mat Typing just to show her.  She'd done it as well, so you know what we did until 3:00 in the morning?  We played Dance Mat Typing on our individual laptops until we completed all the lessons.
     Was it a waste of time or a waste of time?  I mean, what else would we have been doing?  Sleeping?
     Typing is basically a way of life at this point.  I do it often enough, anyway.  And not to brag, but I'm pretty fast.  I'll never forget my seventh grade keyboarding class, where I finished all the lessons by the time we were halfway through the semester, so my teacher found random articles for me to transcribe.  It was actually kind of fun, not going to lie.  This same teacher also watched me type once and said, "You're going to melt the keyboard, you're going so fast."
     In case you were concerned, no keyboards were harmed in the making of this typist.
     Anyway...information you didn't need but that I was going to share anyway.  Bye now.
     "So count your blessings every day.  It makes the monsters go away.  And everything will be okay.
     "You are not alone.  You are right at home.  Goodnight."