a new technique for dealing with my FUCKING IMMENSE AMOUNT OF COMPUTER FURY. I just can't deal calmly with the stupid things. And I frankly don't see why I should. They're sneaky, devious, opportunistic little backstabbing bastards that wait for just the right moment, the moment when it matters, to turn around and die on you. And you're left helplessly steaming in front of an enemy you can't afford to kick because it's fucking expensive.
In the past I've slapped screens, I've slapped myself, I've broken things that were lying around (and less expensive than a computer), and now I've chewed up a stick. It gave me a jaw ache (unaccustomed exercise, you know) and it didn't stop the fucking laptop from packing it in altogether, but at least I put an end to that stupid stick. There's some type of satisfaction there.