Intermission: The Pain of Loss

So, I’m sitting here thoroughly frustrated because I had this amazing narrative about cavemen inventing sliced bread, and I was trying to be proactive and save a draft, but instead it said I wasn’t logged in. So, I logged in and when it showed the draft, all it had saved was the first sentence of my five paragraph blog entry. And this isn’t the first time that has happened to me either (it’s the second), but it’s just as frustrating every single time. If I had just typed it elsewhere first, then cut and pasted it here it wouldn’t have been a problem, but I am always logged in so I didn’t think anything of it. Well, now I’m simply fuming. There’s no way I could recreate just that right mix, and I understand I’m just complaining for complaining’s sake, but I figured you would feel my pain and feel sorry for me. Misery doesn’t love company. Misery loves commiseration.

I need chocolate.

Sam