So I sit here on hold, waiting to be brought back on to the line, and yet I can't think of a thing to say. All that happens is a feeling of warmth and a smile. Despite the inability to come up with fitting words to speak, I am somehow able to put them down here, the noise of the keys, the movement of the filthy buttons below my hands really does sort of relax me. The strumming of keys drives most people crazy, and I'm sure if it was someone else typing right now while I was trying to do something I wouldn't like it at all either, but since it's mine I tap away, only to be interrupted.