because typing is better than homicide

This supposed free flow of information is totally a myth. I have spent hours typing and typing and typing literature searches all afternoon, found some that would tremendously help our study-group session tomorrow, and I. cannot. get. at. it!!!! Books are not online, articles insufficient, libraries closed (hellooo, open up some hours on a Saturday? Which century are you living in, seriously?!?), and the googlebooks scans stop mid-veryinteresting-chapter.

The one good thing, between getting my hopes up and having the internets crush them again, was being able to move my laptop outside and enjoy the fresh (well, for this city) air while ramming my head against cyberworld walls. And now my neighbours are poisoning me by using funny chemical stuff on their grill. It's forbidden, move the wretched thing to the backyard, at least!

Need to let out a very loud scream, wake up all the sleeping babies in the area, and try very hard not to search for a murder weapon. Be it for my laptop or for them. (The neighbours, not the babies. Yikes.)

Maybe I should have gone to the may day demonstrations yesterday after all, pre-emptively gotten rid of this frustration. Urgh.

Damn. I don't have a sufficiently angry icon.