Posthuman Blues

I'm typing this with a brand-new keyboard, purchased impulsively today while on a rare visit to my hometown of Independence, Missouri. I was tired of having to super-glue the spacebar on the last one. It was cheap and somehow obstinate, in the way that only electronic hardware can be.

The dental visit was a pleasure. Apparently I'm grinding my teeth at such a rate that they'll basically cease to exist by the time I'm 50 unless Expensive Dental Procedures are undertaken. Needless to say, I'm taking them, albeit with a little reluctance. I was tempted to ask the hygienist if she could simply spray my teeth with a protective carbon monomolecular laminant but thought better of it.