Free writing to the core

I am looking out the window, feeling a bit disappointed for I left all my writing kit at home and I had to borrow from the cafe. I like the pen, how it slides on the paper, I like the paper because it's blank but I don't like how thin the pen is. It makes me try or actually not try but grip it harder then I should like it. And my wrist is already hurting.

But yes. I am sitting here and looking out. At a wet day. Or some say so. But I don't say
so and that is so because with my West Scotland standards what standards? Weather standards this weather is just another day

I am concerned I would run out of paper before 10 minutes finished. That would be shame and it would be

I can never find linking words god I don't even know what the name of linking words is I just call tham that
This is what we call them in P3 or P2 or somewhere around that. Goodness! I meant to say P2/P3 in Glasgow And that is what the 'Goodness!' is for. As a matter of fact. You should try slowing down. No competition it is now. 4 minutes left and scarcely more than half a page. Glasgow was it and my thought came back to me!

Hurray!. So far I mentioned good old Scotland twice in this last 7 minutes. How weired it that. This is a bit like a letter of Nostalgia. It is funny though 'cause I, who is not a born Scotsman desperately try to hang on to my 'Scottishnes', like the stuff about the weather. Jen just called today a wet day. And I argued with her that this is not a wet day, well not quite argued but I already explained this I think. It is just a day. Tipical 2000 miles west from here. Maybe wet here but my heart is a bit confused here.

Time is up and my hand is about to fall o
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written 10m 11s
typed 10m 21s