Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead...

I am so mad.  I wrote my creative writing assignment, and Word ate it.  Seriously.  That ticks me off.  It rocked, too.  *angst*

Tomorrow the band is coming and then Andrew and I are going to finish watching Hamlet.  I smell food.  I think I should follow it.  I like music a lot.  I also like that my senior pictures are being taken on Thursday.  That's awesome.  I need to fold laundry.  Yep.  I'm going to do that now.



  1. I. Detest. That.

    Although, for the record, when that happens, I try to view it as a free pass to revising what I'd already written--I just write the same thing over, but it normally comes out sleeker, and more fit for human consumption.

    So there's always a bright side.


    I adore the Mel Gibson version. Or. Well. I hate it in the way I hate amazingly high-quality literature that tells a dreadful story.

  2. Wait. Senior pictures for teh_mahwuh? Aren't you a year behind me?

  3. I thought you were gonna eat first. Don't tell me laundry comes before food. No wonder my laundry never gets folded.

    BTW, Word might have saved a working copy of your paper. Go to the help menu and type in "autorecovery" and then "about preventing loss of work". Don't know if it'll help, but it's worth a shot.
    Free in Him,
    Summer Lee