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Keyboard clicks.
Sep. 29th, 2004 07:29 pmI haven't the faintest idea what's gotten into me, but I've been working hard ever since I got home. I have a sparkly-clean bathroom, rather elaborate* dinner in the oven, I've paid the bills and put away piles of laundry and a few other random things that were awaiting my attention. I feel like a grown-up. It's kinda weird.
On one of M's visits here before he moved, he brought me a natural keyboard because I had said I would like to try one. (You should also consider that he had to find an American layout keyboard, which made it a little extra nice of him.) I know I've mentioned my keyboard before because I absolutely love it. A few weeks ago, my wrists started hurting from all the typing I was doing at work, so I took our only spare natural keyboard to work. Unfortunately, it's a Swedish layout, which can occasionally be a pain (although it was set up as an American, so all the keys were in the right place for my fingers.. just labelled wrong.) Although it wasn't currently being used for anything, we decided that I should get a new keyboard to take to work, because the Swedish layouts are the hardest for us to replace if M's goes out. Since my wrists stopped hurting, though, I stopped thinking about it. One day last week, there was a package that arrived in the middle of the day, and when I got home, M told me to go ahead and open it to see what it was, since he claimed he couldn't remember. (He bought a bunch of small Ebay stuff there for a while.) And, of course, since I'm writing all this in the paragraph about keyboards, the astute reader has picked up on the fact that he bought me a new keyboard. I decided that since my old keyboard is fully five years old now, I should probably keep the new one here and take the old one to work, so I did the switcharoo here a few minutes ago. Basically, what I'm getting at here is that it feels really weird and different and that's pretty much the whole point behind this entire journal entry. Clickity clicky click.
M is working late. I miss him.
**I'm making chicken with basil butter, one of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
carrieb's recipes from Jamie Oliver, I believe. I used to make it all the time and I didn't really worry about it being all that "elaborate" but since I don't remember the last time I cooked anything more than grilled cheese after work, I figure I'm entitled to call anything involving wrapping something in bacon elaborate.
On one of M's visits here before he moved, he brought me a natural keyboard because I had said I would like to try one. (You should also consider that he had to find an American layout keyboard, which made it a little extra nice of him.) I know I've mentioned my keyboard before because I absolutely love it. A few weeks ago, my wrists started hurting from all the typing I was doing at work, so I took our only spare natural keyboard to work. Unfortunately, it's a Swedish layout, which can occasionally be a pain (although it was set up as an American, so all the keys were in the right place for my fingers.. just labelled wrong.) Although it wasn't currently being used for anything, we decided that I should get a new keyboard to take to work, because the Swedish layouts are the hardest for us to replace if M's goes out. Since my wrists stopped hurting, though, I stopped thinking about it. One day last week, there was a package that arrived in the middle of the day, and when I got home, M told me to go ahead and open it to see what it was, since he claimed he couldn't remember. (He bought a bunch of small Ebay stuff there for a while.) And, of course, since I'm writing all this in the paragraph about keyboards, the astute reader has picked up on the fact that he bought me a new keyboard. I decided that since my old keyboard is fully five years old now, I should probably keep the new one here and take the old one to work, so I did the switcharoo here a few minutes ago. Basically, what I'm getting at here is that it feels really weird and different and that's pretty much the whole point behind this entire journal entry. Clickity clicky click.
M is working late. I miss him.
**I'm making chicken with basil butter, one of
carrieb's recipes from Jamie Oliver, I believe. I used to make it all the time and I didn't really worry about it being all that "elaborate" but since I don't remember the last time I cooked anything more than grilled cheese after work, I figure I'm entitled to call anything involving wrapping something in bacon elaborate.
