tuesday december 8

today i was looking back through my msn conversation history with a friend, trying to find a url that had been shared in a monday conversation. while reading our discussion, i noticed that i'd made a blatant typo while telling a story, essentially butchering the point of the anecdote entirely. although the mistake drove me crazy and made me want to clarify my meaning to her, i ended up not saying anything. i figured that revealing i was re-reading the log would make me seem a bit obsessive, as if i was attempting to relive our conversation. still, the miscommunication nags at me.