Musings in Miller Hall

I'm honestly not sure how well posting from my iPod is going to go, aince I feel like I make a Illion errors when I type on this thing, but my tBlet is busted so here we are. Nearly ALL my communication decives are failing me rifht now-- phone's dead, nook won't turn on, and my laptop Mal is just gasping himself to an early grave. Poor thong. My lack of auccessful devices is freaking me out. My ability to stalk people ia failing. Though maybe it's a good thing! Fewer distractions. So i've done about a page today. It's already wiggin me out. I don't think it's really doing what I need, but I'm stick of fidgeting around, so I'm just carrying on anyway and if I really hate it I'll change it later. The exact opening isn't that crucial in this case. Also still tryig to dogure out what DAMN IT TYPO tense to use. Right mow I'm foong woth first person present, which I've only ever used for short stories. We'll see howbit goes. I also keep getting distracted by how weirdly smooth and shiny the paper in my notebook ais, but I think that's just me whinging. Getting held up necause of tje paper is ridiculous. Man, this lack of phone is driving me crazy. People could be having fun RIGHT NOW an I have no way dof knowing.