the horror, the horror
The feeling of sheer, petrifying horror that pervades my being when I see that be-eyebrow'd paper clip can only be imagined by the people who weren't there at the time.
This is like realising that you can't kill Dracula, or that the Zombies will _always_ come back... Or that Aunt Alice will bring round her lemon drizzle cake.. again... (twitch)
Those 127k upticks are like 127k stabs to my very being.
I'm shivering now, I have the sweats... I don't know if I'll be able to continue working today this has simply....