Unemployed, undersexed, drunk and cynical in Rockford, IL

This keyboard doesn't quite have the spine cracking snap of my good old remington, instead it's this soft tapping. It's not quite honest, it whispers and reminds me of my grandmothers bridge club. Maybe this is what this small rhythm will eventually lead me to, more gossip than a sewing circle. I'm not above it, nor will I avoid it... So it goes with most things in life. When your unemployed the days just fade away. I wake up trying to be industrious but all ambition fades by noon.