Dear Computer,
You get to go straight to sleep as soon as I push your buttons. It’s just not fair. I have to toss and turn for hours before sleep shows up to grace me with her presence. Maybe I should wake you back up and make you work so you can feel the deep disappointment of insomnia that I deal with every night.
Alas, that won’t help, will it? You’d only be glad to acquiesce with your cheery sing songy uploading voice.
In irate sincerity,
Erin
