Ugh. Feeling warmly washed out this morning.
Spent a lot of time last night writing a counter-agrument to an article by Orson Scott Card ( Card's article is here and my counter-argument is here. )
It was a bit easy, really, I know. But I figured someone had to do it anyway.
I hate Thursdays.
I few things I need to do very quickly . . .
It is strangely warm in this room.
I'm having a hard time typing properly . . . fingers keep slump over keys . . . unedited sentence; Iltyi Ouioing sinriomthing kikke this, klooks bad,.