"Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

My apologies to everyone on AIM. My keyboard seems to have died. I am typing this with copy-paste (pasting each letter separately). My b, space, and n keys are dead. Waen spilt water on it. Gah.

Especial apologies to mhari, who got the worst of it because I hadn't yet grasped what was happening. I hope she is feeling loads better and I am awfully sorry.

Must fix keyboard. Alas. Good-night.

>_<

But. Wibbly sorries to flameofdeath, too! Hopefully this will get cleared up by to-morrow and we can write our fic! And thank you, gileonnen, for understanding.

...I never realised before now how may ens I use in one sentence. For heaven's sake!

Right-o. To fixing I get.

Comments

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

No, no, I shan't. I'll just start living on Grandda's gift of the soundtrack. No need to feel guilty. Of course, I might start wasting away a little because I couldn't see Garou's tragic face, and if I disappear for a while from LJ it's because I'm hiding in my room crying my heart out because I feel so empty, but, you know, don't feel bad. It's not really your fault.

[erinpuff]

Ohh... *sniffles*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Waugh! I have made the Erin sniffle! *strikes the pose of woeful hang-wringly Frollo*