Initially, I thought about tossing and turning. I have to be just so when I sleep, and I flounder around the bed somethin fierce. The Mister patiently awaits the ritual’s end, bless him.
I also thought about walking, which I do lots of, but no, I mostly type.
You may recall, I like to type Septemeber and rememeber and although I type my name every damn day, I frequently type it like so:
Backspace, backspace, backspace —
Is MO Mottern MO important?
It’s not MO-tern, by the way, no Oh about it. It’s completely Ah, which should be perfectly clear to all who eat Mott’s applesauce and take Motrin. Don’t even ask me how they get Motorin.
I hardly need to do it to myself.
Also fun? Indianapolis, Indianapolis. Cause as when your car seems to know the most familiar path, your fingers may, too. Someone needs to throw up a stoplight for my fingers, because Indianapolis, Indiana will do. No double polis required, thank you Muscle Memory.
Furthermore, I grow increasingly incensed that phones and calculators are inverted. I go and go typing numbers, speedily clickety clackin along and then I pick up the phone and dial the wrong numbers. 1317 shoots out my fingertips as 7971 and all that is wrong, because in Indianapolis, Indianapolis the area code is 317. I dunno where the fuck it’s 971. So annoying — phones, or calculators. Which came first, hm? I hate that. That is dumb, dumb, dumb design. I have to LOOK at the phone to dial. These are real problems no one should have.
In conclusion, my name is not Jolene MOttern, I don’t live in Indianapolis, Indianapolis, and to reach me by phone, you should not dial 7971.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday — SoCS ‘movement’ and Just Jot It January are brought to you by LindaGHill, who keeps my fingers moving.