My backspace key sticks.

I don’t have to make any corrections when I write, of course, so I never need it.

Not.

That’s a “not joke”.

Get it?

I turned the keyboard over and a bunch of sesame seeds fell out.

Somebody has been eating while they play Roblox.

They left clues.

I wonder if I’ll ever figure out who the culprit is?

Now, I have to take this $2.00 thrift store keyboard apart and clean out whatever is sticky in there and see if I can get it to work again.

That’s the thing about cheap stuff: sometimes you spend so much time fixing it that the cost approaches what you might have spent if you’d bought something nice the first time.

What’s time, though?

That’s a good question.

What’s time?

A keyboard full of seeds is a big enough distraction that maybe I’ll forget to pay attention to all this time passing.

That’s the secret to life!

Fill it full of distraction….and never need to hit the backspace key.