Today is a momentous day for me. Now, together with being able to speak at a really high pitch if anything excites me, take unbelievably terrible photos that verge on being ghostly to making a clown mask look good, tie my shoes, drive a car, play the piano badly, sleep diagonally across a bed, I can make sense of squiggles and write down what you say, providing you speak at a pace of no more than 100wpm.
I passed my 100wpm @ shorthand! Another one to add to the ever-increasing skillset of a budding journalist. All that remains to be said, is -
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Again with the terrible photos…
Congratulations!
Confession: I’ve never had decent shorthand skills, and have often regretted that. The pain is worth it.
SHE’S A WITCH!
Who is?