There's a big red button that says "Don't Push." It's even covered with piece of plastic. All I have to do is walk away, not pick up the keyboard and not hit the button. My fingers itch with desire and it takes every ounce not to scream into cyberspace. I lock my fingers together and they twitch as if alive with their own impulses. I pick up the keyboard. This is growing more dangerous. My fingers begin to dance and I struggle to steer them away from my irritation and frustration. I CAN control what I'm writing. See? I haven't mentioned work or Christmas once - um...
*deleted rant*Okay, I'm going for a walk. *slaps her fingers*