Reason number one that I hate writing posts

I hate these damn keyboards! For instance, right there when I wanted to put in an exclamation point, it came out as a one. You see, in order to get a number from the keypad, not the 10 key, you have to press the shift key. So when I begin to type and press shift and then the 1 key I expect to get an exclamation point, but instead get the number one. It's damn annoying!
This will explain, perhaps, why you will not get anything out of me when I leave France. Once the keyboard changes again, that's it, I'm not gonna write1...I mean, I'm not gonna write!

Here is the keyboard layout from left to right:
&é"'(-è_çà)=
azertyuiop^$
qsdfghjklmù*
wxcvbn,;:!

Then in caps:
1234567890°+
AZERTYUIOP¨£
QSDFGHJKLM%µ
WXCVBN?./§

Then there is an alternate group of symbols that involve more than one key being held in order to get the surprizingly necessary keys like: #\ and @

What a pain in the ass1... ass!

The trouble is not so much that my hands hurt because I am pushing them in slightly different directions than they are used to, but that I am constantly deleting what I have written because in place of an A there is a Q. When I type my name and do not pay attention, I send emails to the principle of my school or the office of the préfecteur of the depqrtement, damn... departement that have my name spelled O'?eallie.

Nevermind that today I was at the préfecteur and was made to wait in what I imagine the "jails" in mid-sized airports must look and feel like... you're in a small room, there are many interregation rooms without numbers on the doors, you're locked in and there is no bathroom, every seat has somewhere where you can handcuff an aggressive drunk... or terrorist. That was not a problem§... problem! The problem is that even though I want to share my fantastical visions of acting as a drug mule and getting caught and wondering which room has that cold white tile and the barking German Shepard, I am hampered by the rearrangement of the letters on the keyboard.

Until next time I work up the pqtience... patience to write you again, au revoir.
- Patrick