I need a typewriter

I hate technology, its a demonic urge that stems from inane desire for mediocrity and laziness. I hate it so much. 

I lost three pages of a new short story i was working on that seemed really promising. It was one of those over sensitive mouse pads on my laptop that did it. It takes me plenty of concentration to highlight my entire page to do anything with it, but somehow, the heel of my palm can select all , and erase in one fluid motion. Maybe god doesn't want me to remember anything. I only seem to invoke god when I need someone to blame. Thats the only time I call my parents too. Oh well, at least it gave me something else to write about. I could easily try to turn this into an essay about learning to live with loss or something, but that seems too easy. No I'd much rather make a new enemy, a new god. I told Jesus once that I love him no matter what, even when that time comes that I'll stop believing in him. When I finally did lose my faith, I expected something great to happen. Now I just feel less guilt and more apathy. Maybe its a necessary delusion. Maybe you just can't take the catholic out of the kid. (Insert bad joke here) 

But no. I'm not going to just settle for loss, I would rather go get it back. You'd say I'm foolish for this, but I don't have time for that word anymore. I've seen death. So now I'm digging for buried treasure with a map I found of the local graveyard. I heard the man who drew it died from insanity. So he doesn't need it anymore.