dontcha hate it when

I just typed which is for me a pretty long email. Tearful, apologetic, emotional. It fucking took a lot to write it and I was so - well, a little proud of myself for it. And then I hit send. And gmail and IE are not talking tonight on my computer so I am SOOL. Ok, so I will save it for later. Same damn message. I hate that I really don't understand how these things work. But I would rather learn how a car works; what a handy skill that would be - fixing cars.