I just died inside, and want to makes others die outside

I spent the last hour writing what probably amounted to 1000 words about one of the things that has pissed me off more than anything in the world to date, and in the midst of typing, two things happened. 1) I got a phone text message that gave me material enough for about 12 posts, and 2) I flicked the ##^$%&#$ reset switch on my power strip with my toe. With all sincerity, I can say that what I had written up that point was at least one order of magnitude funnier than ANYTHING I have written in my blog thus far. I was inspired. And now, it is lost forever in the world of nothingness. If someone ever finds a way to recover lost data of this manner, they will find the "lost entry", James' shinning moment of an historically brilliant blend of comedy and anger. If someone famous had read what I had written, they would have found a way to make me famous. I am not even exaggerating. I am so upset right now that I will not be able to recreate this post at the moment, even though I doubt that I'll ever be able to write about it as passionately as I did before. I kind of used up my inspiration well in that fantastical effort. I am very sorry for disappointing my patrons. Your attention to my work, it means a lot to me, because I am attention starved. I'll do my best to find the will to repost before school starts. Which is in two days.