Journal: Eye had now idee thys facilitee xstisted.

Marvellous. This is the third time I have written something eminently forgettable in this box for the purposes of testing the functionality of this journal interface, and doubtless it will be the third time, barring electronic mishaps or the proper functioning of these wonders of packet transferance, that it sifts into the ether. (Word would scream long sentence by now - long may it rot uninitialised.)

Clearly no great loss, and it's teaching me to type on this rather diminutive keyboard. Form over function I say, in girls and keyboards at least. Function can always be the topic of untruth, but form is evident even to the fool.