My printer went crazy the other day.

It kept printing the exact same document over and over again.

I hit the stop button several times to no avail.

In sheer frustration, I pulled the paper drawer out of the printer and it crashed to the floor.

Somehow that made me feel better.

Take THAT runaway...

I cried over a pork chop.

I was in a chemo brain re-training group learning how to not forget allthethings.

My colleague expressed her frustration at being unable to find the pork chops she had prepared for dinner that night.

And I cried and cried.

In usual times, I would have chuckled and said ...