Are the manager touch-typists who don't need to see the keys?

Someone once switched my mouse buttons on me, but they were deeply disappointed when I just sighed and used the keyboard shortcuts to get into the Control Panel to fix it.

The April Fools gnomes were busy last night putting people's family pictures on other people's desks. People were wandering around all day finding their stuff. I'm pleased to learn that the people who did it--who have been revealed--fear me enough to leave my stuff be.

Are the manager touch-typists who don't need to see the keys?

Nope. Hunt and peck.

And not computer savvy. For instance, my boss once called our help desk cause she made her tool bar disapear and couldn't get it back.

She even rebooted.

WTF? 2.5 hours later and it's me again?

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We were just waiting for you to bring us new pictures.

I just got caught in a downpour, walking back from Georgetown. By the time I got back to my apartment, my skirt was soaked through, my jacket (courduroy lined with faux shearling) was soaked through, and my hair was dripping wet. I'm now cuddled up in thermal pajamas, with a blanket and some hot chocolate.

Next place I move? Desert.

Awwww. Cutie baby.

But I'm pretty in love with the scene I've come up with where my hero gets bitten--I ought to be, since that's all the story IS so far. The rest of the plot is yet to come.

Well as the 19th century "undead" story I cited seems to show, there seems to be a well established tradition of making up any shit you like about shape shifters.

Seriously, I can barely stand how pretty Emma is. I've had some friends with pretty kids, but Emma just tops all of them without even breaking a sweat.

Well, we're still trying to figure out where she got it.

t /shameless trolling

Dry clothes are a beautiful thing.

Um, Sean, what, exactly, is it that you and Trudy are doing with the big golden foil things?