Thoughts from the Tired

Time: 21h15 (Paris)
Place: A small white room with a twin bed and two small tables put together. The bed has light pink sheets and salmon colour blanket... they're trying to drive me mad but I fooled them: I'm already there.

I was writing in my journal, a normal thing if you know me and I just invented a new word. Be prepared for it may mean something else in another language so I will look it up later when I'm less tired and have better connection to the internet unlike ici. Anyway, the word I wrote was voint: which apparently means point of view. It's a Lewis Carrol type of mishap, I realize but you know, POV is like two letters from PERV.  which is three from Pervert and Voint is so quaint. I don't think it will come into use anytime soon. Maybe a hundred years after I'm dead someone else will come up with the word Voint and it will mean something horrible. Right now, let's pretend it means Point of View.

By the way, does anyone know a word for a handwritten typo?  It could be just an error but that's not inventive or fun enough for Blank Esquire, methinks.