Bloody computers

I have just wasted an hour of my life trying to save a WAV audio file onto a CD-R. A whole fucking hour. Fucking thing kept getting about halfway through and then locked up. And then everything else locked up. Even the shut down function locked up.

Simple thing, simple bloody thing: put file from hard drive onto CD. But no. Wouldn't do it. A whole fucking hour and it wouldn't do that one simple thing.

So then I scratched the CD to oblivion with a pair of scissors and then jumped up and down on it. I really did. I, a grown man, scratched a CD-R to oblivion with a pair of scissors and then jumped up and down on it in one almighty tantrum. My fucking computer has reduced me to the level of a screaming, foot-stamping child inflicting petty violence to inanimate objects. It wasn't even the CD's fault and yet I unleashed my unequivocal wrath on the poor thing - pure blind rage.

It's ridiculous, it's absurd. I am laughable. I may be going mad.