Damn it. Kindle. This app. Everything. Moves. Leave. Come back to page. Page has moved. Where you stopped is no longer where you stopped. Where is it? Where am I? Find it again. Takes a second. Or two. Or three. Augh! Three seconds. Ticking away. So much to do. So many seconds go to waste. And "time left in chapter"? It does not know how long I have left. It does not know how fast I read. It is not God. It is not Bezos. It is digits. Zeroes. Ones. Zeroes. Ones. Zeroes. Ones. Zeroes. Ones. Nothing more but a clever arrangement of zeroes and ones over and over under that screen. Yet it vexes me. App for Kindle. Damn it. My life is a hell.
Damn it. Trash bag. Kitchen garbage. Full. Ish. Not full quite enoughish. Press it down just so. Not so much the trash bag sticks inside. Put flattened boxes on the top. On the side. Coffee grounds will fit. But. Oops. They escaped. Ran off the edge. Down the side. On the floor. Crap. OK. Fine. I’ll take it out. Pull it up. The bag is stuck like it was not supposed to. Sticking. Fighting. Swearing. Grinting. Banging. Thumping. Pulling. Arging. Boomp. Out. Sprinkle trash. Eggshell coffee ground. Ripshred. Out damn bag. Trash bag. Damn it. My life is a hell.
Damn it. Fingernail. Trimmed. Not true. Can't get that corner perfect. At it. Clipper. Not a precision instrument. Too. Cheap. Too. Chinese. Too. Walmart. Save money live better? Not my motto! Don't want to measure with micrometer. Ever if so, how to trim? Need closer tolerances. Need lasers. Lasers! Laser-guided nail trimmer. Perfect curves. But how? Where? Damn it. My life is a hell.
Damn it. Computer keyboard. Dirt. Crumb. Grease. Gak. Can’t. Take. It. Any. More. Deadline? To hell with it. Q-tip! Solvent. Solvent? What solvent? Rubbing alcolol? Fine! Dip. Dig. Bathe. Not to much. Don’t want it to drip into the underneath. But wait. Crumbs. Crap. Keyboard shake! Upside down. Crumb storm. Back to swab. Brown letters turning white. Enough? Not enough! More! Dip. Dig. Dig dig. Dig dig dig dig. Clean. Cleaner. Clean enough. Deadline. Could be worse. Could be grout. And a toothbrush. Still Computer keyboard. Grubby. Damn it! My life is a hell.
Damn it. Soap chip. See it on the shower floor. Grab it. Or try. Have to chase it. And once in hand, there’s another. Get that. Drop the first. Corral the both. Augh! A third! Then what? Press ‘em into the clump of chips already collected compressed sitting on the soap dish. A lumpy, pointy wad of soap. Damn it. My life is a hell.
This is hard for me. My life is a hell. Be afraid. Or you will join me. TFTD: WTH?