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Today is the first day of the rest ....
What I am thinking and my adventure at Writing.com
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How Dyslexic am I?Entry #440877
         I hate to think, but, I am sure the answer is--pretty dyslexic ...  I got a piece of junk mail yesterday and brought it in and laid it on the desk along with a bill, a check (YEA) and some other junk mail.  I went through the rest of the day without so much as glancing at it, but today, I decided I couldn't take it; I had to look through my junk mail.

         It's something I do; can't help it.  I suppose I have this weird disorder (yes, in addition to my dyslexia.  Truth be known, I have SEVERAL disorders!) that forces me to look through all the junk I find in my mailbox--because well, what If I missed something?  I'd hate to think what would happen if I missed something important.  Of course, I haven't had anything important in my mailbox in years.  Still, it could happen ... maybe.  (I know what you're thinking; it COULD TOO happen!  It did once or twice before, so that proves it.)

         I glanced over at the short pile of junk and read, "The Overweight Millionaire".  *Frown*  Stupid title for anything, I thought to myself.  I  mean, if they want people to read it, why "Overweight Millionaire"? (Like, who cares about an overweight millionaire?)  Needless to say, the piece of junk didn't spur my curiosity in the least.  After all, I have problems of my own; I figure if I were a millionaire, I would go live at a fat farm until they got me thin ... for that matter, if I were a millionaire, I'd BUY me a dad-burned fat farm and share it with my whole family!

         So I left the pile of junk where it was until I was tidying up my desk a little while ago and it caught my eye again.  I looked at it and read, "The Overnight Millionaire".  DUH!  This is getting monotonous!  Every day I read some jibberish, cater-wampus, topsy-turvy or out-and-out bass-ackwards stupidity that isn't really there.  It's got to stop, I tell you!  I am an easy-going kind of gal, but once in a while I really have to put my foot down. I mean it.  That is it.

         And if you believe that, tomorrow night, I am going to leave all my jumbled up typing in its original form just so you'll know what I have to contend with day in and day out. How can I write when my fingers are always getting their hart before their corse?  I think I need help.  *Shock*  Got any suggestions?  How dyslexic are you?  We could form a club ... Dyslexic of the World, UNTIE!!!

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