Flying without a spell checker

By the time I post this entry, it will be Saturday. Why? Because it’s about four ’til midnight right now. What is the significance of all this? Nothing really. Just thought I would get in a few more minutes of self amusement before the day ended.

Two minutes to go.

Boy am I a slow typist. “So, how many words per minute do you type?” Good thing that doesn’t come up in conversation very often.

“Yo. Man, you are one bad ass typist. Them are crazy fingers.”

Yep. That about wraps it up for today.

**Note: no artificial colors, sweeteners, or flavors were used in the making of this entry.