I have to write some completely detailed 20 minute gross explanation of some moment in time, and if the word 'erotica' in the title is just too much for you, the back button is on the top left of your browser; help yourself.

  My fingers caressed the keyboard harshly as I moved from one black, elevated square to the next, lastly making one last loud clack as I pressed for the space button. Some of the matte-like finish on many keys had been aggressively rubbed away by repeated pressing, something that would never happen to old Personal Computer keyboards; it just wouldn't slide, but now they've abandoned the quality rule they once had. My friend and I laughed heartily as we sat in my seven-hundred dollar, recently redecorated bed writing exceptionally, but intentionally bad fanfiction. We had just finished writing a passage that made absolute zero sense, where a character had received a letter later that morning instead of earlier. A little while after noticing, we regressed to cackles and sucking in air trying to breathe; it was just too absurd. Later we had made another mistake, which involved having dinner that same moment in the morning. We almost wept, but before the warm, salty tears could run down our flushed cheeks, we both brushed the wet eye discharges aside. It was the funniest thing since watching that Pokemon abridged series earlier that morning.

  I almost wrote 'later' again, oops.