Powerless

I have somehow misplaced the power cord to my laptop. This means I have to suffer through class without all of my electronic crutches. By electronic crutches, I mean my note taking software, but more disgustingly access to my email, chatting software, and funny blogs to read when enduring a painful case of boredom.

I also learned that my writing looks like a child's cursive lesson. But really, is good penmanship really such an important skill anymore?

And without the computer, I can't take notes in outline format like I usually do because I am too scared to commit to a structure in ink. Typing is just so much more temporary. Maybe my generation's commitment issues now extend to note taking. So sad.

Power haiku:

I have no power
to entertain myself when
I've no power cord.

[Ed. note: I edited this post about eleven times in six minutes and I still don't like the use of the word "I've" in the last line so I may edit it again. Commitment issues!]