something is missing. . .

I'm sitting in my Intellectual Property class right now, and I got really excited over this nifty patent: Method of swinging on a swing.

I was sending the link to all my geeky friends when all of a sudden, I found that the "d" key from my keyboard was stuck on my finger. Yes, on my finger. I now have a gaping hole (it's HUGE, really) where the "d" used to be. I tried to put it back in, but it won't stay. I should know how to fix it considering I worked in hardware for so long, but I'm too lazy to try right now.

Instead, I'm thinking about how little the "d" is used and how I don't really miss it too much except for this sentence in which I of course decided to use different words with the letter "d" just to annoy myself.

I also have an incredible urge to go swinging. If only I were going home to Potomac tonight. . . I'd stop by my old grade school and do it.

Oh, how I miss being a child. . . and a complete keyboard.

Yes! Only 5 minutes. . . oh crap. 20 minutes left in class. Damn.