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April 13th, 2012

"Computer...computer?" Typing. How quaint.

So I've been kind of out of commission with the whole writing things lately. Last night I had to write up the report for the screening committee I'm on. By the time I had finished writing and typing for about an hour and a half in my arms my hands was so bad I want to cry. I know I really need to get my butt in gear and see a doctor, but I really, really, REALLY hate the idea of getting my body sliced into again. Yeah, it's whiny, but it's where I am right now.

So, one of my colleagues taking pity on my poor, braced hands has loaned me a copy of Dragon NaturallySpeaking. Sun trying to get the hang of that, with varying degrees of success, but I suppose since I've only been working with it for about 20 min. I really need to develop a little bit more patience when it comes to this. Perhaps if I imagine myself wearing a cool, short blue uniform with a golden United Federation of Planets symbol on the left breast pocket it'll go more smoothly? Oh wait, there's no pocket on that uniform, that would be the T-shirt, in my T-shirt drawer. Now I think you go with the original series uniform – I may be in my 50s, but my legs are still okay. Nonetheless it feels a little bit strange to be talking to myself in a room to a computer. Although, I've got to say, but there was a certain sense of power when I said "Open Microsoft Word," and it did. However, Kenny to search the web or open tabs in my browsers has not been as rewarding, as in "hasn't worked."

But this is what we call the absolute definition of a "first world problem."

So I think I'm going to have this puppy copy this stuff, paste it into LiveJournal, and head home. More when I don't feel quite so odd talking to a computer.