Trauma

I am unclean. The dirt will not wash out.
Earlier, while working on my story, there was a hair sticking out from one of my keys on my keyboard. I looked down and was suddenly and completely disgusted by the filth beneath the keys. So I started to clean my keyboard. I probably would have been better off just going out and buying a new one. I may still do that.
Here is what I found when I removed the keys. For those with weak stomaches, go here and read up about Muppets, because the Muppets are cool.
This is an extreme close up up the nasty keyboard-jam inside.
And, thank God, here is what it all looked like, twenty quality tips, about half a liter of Windex, and thirty minutes later.
Sometimes I amaze myself.