At Least They're Committed

Twisting my ring around and around using my thumb and pinky on my left hand, I type this with my right hand, plunking randomly at the keys. It occurs to me that it’s been ever-so-long since someone, anyone has amused me in the manner of which I am accustomed. Well, all right, maybe it’s only been a week. Regardless, I am a much better person and the world is a much happier place when I’ve been delighted to the point of squealing, clapping my hands and kicking my feet. I’m quite certain no one expects nor desires me to make my own fun, right?