About twenty minutes ago I posted the longest blog I’ve ever done. It was an edition of Can I Help You. I had cut and pasted it in from my other little computer, which I’d been using to write it as I travelled. I added some stuff on this, proper-sized laptop. The mix of cut-and-paste-and-different-fonts for some reason led my computer, for some fucking reason, to mangle loads of the text, shrink things down, jumble things, basically ruin it. I went back and tried to edit it. It got even worse. It ended up being a total mess. So I’ve deleted it.
I worked for ages on that and now it’s ruined. I could go back and retrieve some of it from the mini-laptop, but I’d still have to faff about for another two hours and it would only fuck the formatting up all over again, no doubt.
So I’ve deleted it and there won’t be a blog entry today because I’m too miserable about this and I’m sitting here resisting the temptation to smash the shit out of my computer. It’s particularly upsetting because I was really proud of this feature and I was hopeful people would like it.
If you were writing a film about me, and you wanted a metaphor for the way my career has essentially been an enormous amount of effort to practically no effect at all, this would be the perfect scene.