To be undone, to be alone

I just beat my printer for its insolence. That's right! I just went "Office Space" on my beloved and misunderstood LexMark...which is now in, like, ten different pieces.
"Could not print--no cartidges." "Could not print--cartridges in wrong position." "Could not print--out of paper." "Could not print--because I have been brutally slain!"
It was working just fine last night. I have no clue why it decided to become mutinous. Now I have to replace it with a brand-freaking-new one...because my MAC is superior to those POS's in the computer labs on campus.
I feel so betrayed. Stabbed in the heart by a USB cord!
Tomorrow is the day that some unlucky idiot(s) feel(s) my wrath. I have been bottling it up and it has aged stunningly. "You don't want to work? Fine! I will kick your lazy self out and you will pay...oh, how you will pay!"
I need sleep...and a staight-jacket.