Lindsey hates typing lefty.

That's the real reason he hasn't gotten a shiny new laptop, like Lilah. When they offered him one he rattled off some bullshit excuse about convenience and preferred operating systems (Wolfram and Hart is a Windows shop, of course) and how he wasn't buying the supposed security of the wireless network. How he thinks better when he can lay out his thoughts across a yellow legal pad, run in twisty circles and odd angles across his mental landscape.

Really, though, he just hates watching his lone hand skitter across the keyboard like a nervous, crippled insect just burning time until its inevitable demise.