Ask me how I feel about my piece of crap computer that just ate another director of highly sensitive and very very important files? Go ahead and ask me. This time it’s material that cannot be replaced, the last set could be replaced with thirty to forty hours of work, work I have to do as I’ve a deadline for a paper . . . this time, no work can replace it as it’s unique information. Guess what? Don’t hit “move” file, hit copy and then verify then delete. This damned computer has been back to the shop so many times we now have priority placement . . . after my grading is finished (yes, the problems are accellerating when I need to use the damned thing to grade student projects and work), we will take it in once again. It’s a brand new state of the art machine.

Feeling pretty pissy right at the moment. Lorraine heard me scream out in frustration, anger, fear, and well every negative emotion you can think of, all the way across the apartment and usually we can’t hear squat when we’re both behind our closed doors working.

The gremlins are evidently not finished with me.