I think I'm going to kill myself in a few hours
I just spent the last 2 hours writing Part Deuce of my hateful incitefulness on things I hate. It was brilliant. It was hilarious. It was relevant and true. And it was deleted. Because my computer decided to shut down in the middle of writing the finishing touches on #10 (the last one). I lost 2 hours of my life (and sleep). It was long. As long as a black man. It was brilliant. As brilliant as Napoleon Dynamite. And it was finished. Finished like Pope John Paul. And now it's gone. I am going to kill all humans.