Only a bonafide Loser would be reluctant to enter a contest that accepts only a small number of entries because she doesn't want to take up a better entrant's potential spot. Right?
Meanwhile I am still struggling to master, or at least manage, this danged Dvorak keyboard. I'm no Jenna Glatzer, but I am a fast typist. There're no kinks twixt brain and fingers when I type QUERTY. But relearning to type is a butt-kicker! I can feel my leetle synapses stuggling to fire at every juncture. Kinda like when intestinal distress brings on more awareness of your digestive tract than you ever thought possible.
Plus. A thought has to stay in my thought-holding-place for so long while it waits to be launched. My thought-holding-place, I'm realizing, is small and dingey. Like a remote rural bus station. Nobody's gonna hang around there waiting for that damned too-slow bus if they can find any other possible means of escape -- even if it means never reaching their highest and best use. Tragic.
Ha! Flyng out of my brain is probably those thoughts' only chance in Hell of ever acheiving anything. Pathetic.
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