angry...
Alright. I just left the room for 4 minutes exactly. I went straight to the restroom. Then I came straight back. My computer managed, in that time, to decide that it needed to automatically update itself and then automatically restart it self so the updates could take effect. If it did not save the work that I had done (1.7 pages, single spaced) I'm going to be an angry angry man. Very very angry. I will quit writing for the night. I will go to bed. I will be not very happy tomorrow. I will work my butt off tomorrow. There is one reason, and one real reason only that I'm staying up this late to work on this freaking paper. So Krystle will speak to me tomorrow. If my freaking computer deleted what work I had done, I'm going to be very very very angry. I'm going to go look to see if it saved it now. Wish me lots of luck...ANGRY It didn't save it where I left off, it just gave me back what I had saved a little while ago. I'm back down to .8 pages, single spaced. I'm pissed. I hate EN 111. I hate research papers. I hate computers. I hate automatic updates that occur in less time than it takes for my screen saver to kick in. I hate not remembering what the heck I wrote for that next .9 pages. I hate myself for not saving it again before going to the bathroom. I hate hating things, but I'm in a terrible rage at the moment. I'm in a good mood to hate. I want to throw things. I was rolling along nicely, considering interruptions, like Seth telling me to look at something, making me pause my music, stop my typing, take my headphones off and turn around only to see something that is not even worth recollecting now. I hate clocks. I hate deadlines. I hate ultimatums set by wonderful special beautiful people that I now am not going to get any sleep whatsoever trying to meet. I hate living 300 miles away. I hate staying up this late. I think I'm going to go to bed, and work on the paper diligently tomorrow, and beg for talking privileges if I don't have enough done by the time I talk to her. I'm not sure why, but this paper isn't flowing like all my other papers do. I hate research papers. So I'm going to get some sleep, screw writing tonight, I tried and was rolling along nicely before my computer slapped me in the face and called me a butt. Dang it. I hate things, I hate hating things, and I'm tired and grumpy now.