Friday, October 21, 1977

I hate typing. It gets my back and neck sore and tired, and it gives me a headache. My fingers always miss the keys and go between them and get mangled. Or I hit two keys at a time and they get all jammed up. And Mrs. Smith drives me crazy, saying, “Push it! Push it!” I think I will throw a damn typewriter out of the second story window and watch it smash to bits on the ground.