Come discuss things with me on my run down bench

Freshman year of college, one of the most enjoyable things most of the guys in our dorm discovered (the straight guys anyways) was the absurdly fun network multi-player shooting games, such as half-life.  Such a good game, and I was damn good at it too, to the point where people would play under a name similar to mine because you could cut their jealousy with a damned knife. 
You know what else has a half-life?  My handwriting.  It is so goddamn hard to read what I have written a few months after the fact.  I stumbled across a note I had written myself a few years ago, and seeing as how what I had seen is now lost on me, I could barely make out the point I was trying to get across to myself.  This is understandable, because most of the time I don't make any sense, regardless of the situation.  However, the fact that the subject wasn't fresh in my mind made my handwriting all the more impossible.  If I wrote something two weeks ago, I would still have a notion of what it was about, with the handwriting just jogging my memory of what I was thinking, not so much as telling me.  This is not entirely bad, as words are just agreed upon descriptions of various things and ideas.  However, my writing itself has a half-life, it is not eternal, because the farther I get away from the point of writing, the less I can make out what the hell I was thinking or trying to say.  Also, when writing off the cuff, I find that it is easier for me to do so with a pen and paper, as the words flow better, I am taking my time a bit more, and things tend to be concise and better developed.  With typing I jump all over the place, rush thoughts, and generally don't make sense.  But at least you can read what the hell I wrote a few months later.