At the dusty library

I’m in a library now. Better call it an e-library. The local Library has a space only with computers. It was meant with good intentions; unfortunately, the computers are outdated.   As I am writing this text, I am waiting for the computer to upload it. The computers are so ancient that we can say that they run on coal. The computers are so old that your mom was a horny teenager when they first bought them.  Anyhow, I don’t have the inspiration to write anything interesting today. Maybe, I don’t have the mojo because these computers work slower than the brain of a person with a severe form of mental retardation.   Well, today, I guess, I will be going outside to sit on the grass. Maybe, I will read an interesting book. Maybe, I will have a pizza. Maybe, I will take a nap outdoors.   Yes, taking a nap outdoors sounds like something that I would do right about now. The summer hasn’t left us yet. It is still warm outside, and I want to make the most of this day.   But, right now, I am at a public computer, writing this short text. Why am I even doing this to myself? I really do not have a clue.