I would really appreciate it if you didn't lie to me. You know, when you say you're saving something, I think you're saving it. Maybe I was too naive, since in fact, you were eating it. Like a cat with a mouse, you've played with my work, ultimately destroying it. Unlike a cat, I can't tap you on the nose and tell you that you've been bad.
I know you have a habit of tidying up for me, but honestly I can do that myself. I've looked in all your usual hiding places, but to no avail. An old version appears every now and then, taunting me with its representation of eight hours lost.
You've well and truly lost it, haven't you? If you were a naughty child I'd make you redo it all. As you're not, I'll just have to do it myself. Marvellous.