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I’ve run this program half a dozen times and each time it fails in a different spot. If I had hair, I’d be ripping it out at this point! I don’t have time to deal with this cr*p. I’m supposed to fly to my mom’s house tomorrow for Christmas, and I had to cancel my date with Ashlynn tonight because of this insipid computer program that has more bugs in it than a rotten log! Groaning in frustration I change the code- again- and run it- again. This time it keeps going and I have a moment of elation as I think I’ve finally done it when it crashes again. “F*ck!” A knock on my door distracts me from fantasies of throwing the computer through the window. Checking the time, it’s six o’clock. Who could be coming here at six o’clock? It better not be more carolers, because I am not in the mood to