Downloading mental files

Since I was a small child I have found the the humble personal computer extraordinarily pleasing. First programming my short-hand in word so that when my Dad used it, he would get all kinds of funnies instead of the common words. I enjoyed writing stories and letters and really enjoyed printing them. Then came playing games on my friends PCs. I wish someone had filmed me the first time I dialled up the internet. When I had a job that made me count, I learned how to program my maths into Excel, believe it or not, until then Excel was an untouched icon on the screen.  I first went on Facebook Twitter and Myspace on a PC not a mobile phone.

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Whilst it feel a bit self-indulgent to think anyone might be interested in my brain dumps left open to read on the internet, I would not be living my my life I did not have my very own personal website with its own AI Agent. here you will find my typos and wihtough the watchful eye of an editor checking that I am not oversharing and suggesting ways to make it more palletable for people easily offended oh and web scrapers.

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I know not everything that is written needs reading. Sometime just the act of writing is enough. But here goes, you have all been cordially to join in, laugh at my expense, pity my kids and husband and if you want to add to my overactive mind, send a distractive email of discouragment. Do not attached a dick pic. I know what they look like. thank you very much

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Jenny