Every ounce of creativity—literary or graphical—is just plain gone. I went into tantrum mode and threw my laptop across the room in a fit of pique. Which shattered everywhere. I’ve been sweeping up the pieces all evening. I have no idea how I’m going to get my files off my hard drive now. So years and years of work are just gone in a few seconds.

Okay, that didn’t actually happen. But it would have made good rant fodder.