I just experienced my first time of working over 2 hours on a creative little blog entry only to lose the whole fucking thing as I hit the spell check function. I never hit spell check. Never. Spell check is now going to be the name of a voodoo doll I'll be creating and punishing for this terrible terrible occurrence.
The moral of tonight's story is to always cover one's ass. In fact, this has been the moral to my week. My MONTH. Cover it up. Cover it good. Why would I not SAVE the goddamn blog even if every word was misspelled. I mean, really. It's 3am, and I think I'd like to rip apart this office and scream like Cameron did in Ferris Bueller. Fuck.
I'm going to bed. I can't bear the thought of watching the sun come up because I have the need to recreate my creativity tonight. And I still have to shower. Fuck Fuck Fuck.
Sweet dreams are not made of this.
Until next time..
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