Merciful Brevity

My keyboard is squeaking in pain every time I hit a key, and because I'm afraid I may be doing harm to a small creature living under the keys, I should keep today's entry short.

That's right, I'm that type of guy. The sweet and tender kind-to-invisible-and/or-miniscule-animals type of guy.

I don't relish the pain of others. Nope. Not me.

There's no way I would do something that would cause repeated discomfort to something small and weak, not even if I thought it was funny.

Because, you know, I'm nice.

Not cruel.

Not cruel at all.

Hmm.

It sounds like the squeak is gone now.

That's odd.