I wish I had a typewriter. A type that writes. I mean, how innovative is it to sit by your 2011 computer and just being able to delete whenever you desire? I want to be frustrated over that my typewriter does not have a delete-button and I want to rip the page out of the machine and just scream: ”screw this crap! I want a real computer!” While walking away anxiously as I wonder why I just did that, the whole page was filled with words of great meaning and my deadline is coming up, it's coming up real soon. Why did I just do that? I hate myself. Monkey. I look like one.