Little Black Dot

dear printer,
it's me, chelsea.
i have a big favor to ask you.
i know you're really grumpy, but so am i and it's final project time, which means i have so much to do, like cobble together a ten page annotated bibliography and design the launch poster and write a paper about carr and o'keeffe and theosophy and make up a meditation about alternate realities in bosch's garden of earthly delights and
i would really appreciate it if you would just work. i don't know why this keeps happening, but if i've done something to upset you, i really hope you'll just tell me what it is so we can put our differences aside and cooperate, at least for the time being.
love always.