I pretty much lost a few days' work to a crash (yes, thank you, universe, for again teaching me about the importance of neurotically saving and printing one's work). I've been smoke-free for a year, and now, for the first time, I really wish I had a pack.
But I don't, and I'm not going to smoke.
And I know that crying and bitching about it won't bring back the lines of text I lost, but fucking damnit, do I need to vent. Fuck.