A typist...

...I, tragically, am not.I'm terrible with emails and blogs because it takes me about three and a half times longer than the average person to hammer out a response.  A friend marveled at my latent inability the other day, telling me that I was the only person she knew that didn't know how to type.  Ouch.  Yes, please pour more salt into my wound.I remember when we were kids in elementary school a teacher implored of us to take typing classes when it was later offered as an elective, because it would serve us in the modern world for the rest of our lives...Yes, of course it will!  And of course I shall!  And then I believe I signed up for underwater badminton, or some other equally compelling and useful  elective.  So fast forward all this time, and in fact, here I am now- sitting in the middle of this modern world, trying to learn to type without looking at the keyboard:  I jsurt (FAIL) can't seem to be consistent ensounf (FAIL) to wean myseld (FAIL) off the need to diveryt (FAIL) my eyeballs from the keuboard (FAIL).So, back to seventh grade for me- one repetitive keystroke at a time.  I've found a program in the Mac store that looks to offer salvation from the damnation of being a type cripple for the rest of my days- it's not sexy, but I've got high hopes for it-Lesson one, let the good times roll:But damn, you'd think I'd at least have a ferocious underwater badminton game to show for my misspent youth...