Mad as a Hatter!

How come writing on Word has suddenly become impossible? How come I'm such a general wasteland of creativity, my mind a graveyard for new inspiration, only fit to be haunted by the vultures of bad TV serials, repetitive cooking shows and inane news items? Why do I feel like writing pretty prose on a blog visited rarely by some perserverant old friends and family is a valuable addition to my otherwise uninspired life?
Questions questions questions. Ah I wish I had something to write about. Something meaningful, purposeful and grandiose! An adventure! Why cant I-
Oh god- I just realised the apostrophe key on my keyboard is dead. Nooo!! I cant live without punctuation. This excercise in self pity has taken a turn for the worse. Nevertheless, I shall ramble on, without apostrophes.
Where was I..Oh no!! My question mark key has failed as well!!! Dont take away my exclamation marks atleast! Leave me atleast this last one!
Labels for this post, they ask, and suggest scooters, vacation, fall.
Last fall, during my vacations I drove a scooter.
During my vacation I had broke an arm when I fell from my scooter.
Scooters fall under the category of things one must attempt to master during vacations.
When the wheels fell off, I knew it was time to send my scooter on a long vacation.
I fell in love with my scooter during the summer vacations last year.
Well. Atleast I know what its labels are :)