It's like slow death.
A torture that is completely unprecedented.
There's no reason.
There is absolutely no stupid reason.
Why on earth would the only word processor to fail in this house be the one that belongs to the girl who can't live a day without opening it?!
I have stories to write!
Homework that has to be done!
And now you're telling my my word processor doesn't work?!
WHY THE HECK NOT??!?!?!?!?!
Such a cruel betrayal.
Whatever shall my words do now?
There's no virtual paper and ink for them to be captured by.
And if they can't be captured they might attack an innocent bystander!
They might KILL SOMEONE!
Clearly my Microsoft Word is necessary to my sanity and health at this point in my life.
So why did it bail on me?