Damn my photographic memory
I think about my writing projects while I walk my Beagle. Towards the end of this evening’s walk, I thought, “F*#k. I totally have a typo in my latest post.” I could see the typo in my head. It was mocking me.
I hurried home, almost losing my pants not once, but twice. I quckly opened my laptop, looked at the post, and found the error.
I suppose it’s good I can do this, but I still feel like an idiot. Damnit.