It’s 3:33 A.M.  I can’t tell you how much I dig those numbers. There’s something that strikes me about them.  I almost always see the clock when it’s 3:33.  Or the dramatic 3:32.  I admit, sometimes, I just miss it, and see the gentle dénouement of 3:34. Whatever.  It’s also on my license plate, 333 is.  I just finished work on a prototype nature keyboard.  It’s pretty cool, but still in development.  Despite its simplicity, it’s still a milestone- so I feel pretty good laying down to sleep tonite.   Sorry again for slacking on the journal, but hey.  quit yer whining and go play with the keyboard already.

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