[I'm totally fucking awesome, because I have GNU/Linux installed on me. Your computer looks upon me with envy. I actually enable productivity, and am more than an ad-delivery mechanism.]
I have 22 hours to write a thirty-page appellate brief, and to have it copied and bound. No sweat, I've pulled all-nighters before.
Twenty seconds later:
Oh, great, random shit falling out of the sky from out of nowhere onto my computer, crushing it. That's just great, now I'll have to go to the law school's lab and (shudder) use Windows.
Stage 1 of Grief: Denial
This can't be happening! Does G-d hate me or something?
Yes, He does. It's because you went to see The Passion of the Christ yesterday. That was Blasphemous.
