I’m in the dark guest bedroom at my parents’ house, trying to fall asleep. My old rubbish laptop is lighting the room (I really should buy a new one when the Black Friday discount codes are released). It doesn’t have Microsoft Word or an “N” key, so I am forced to write in Notepad, desperately missing the convenience of Autocorrect, especially with words that have an “N” in it, such as “Notepad” and “N.”
I might as well be writing blind with two broken arms.
The goal, I guess, is to slowly soften the glow of the screen by filling up the white Notebook canvas with black words until my thoughts are out there as opposed to in here.
See, the last thing I did before I opened up my laptop was lie to my girlfriend.